I believe, with good reason, they are planning to gut the company, steal it blind. I need a baby; no we need a baby. You can rest assured the child wi...l never do without." Her rambling words went over my head. It was a case of too many seeming unrelated facts being thrown at me at once.I felt trapped again. "Look, I'll give you a sperm sample, a dozen of them. Thanks to you I'm a whore now so it doesn't matter. I won't charge you anything at all. I just want you to promise you'll stay out of my. .ohhhhhh!" Imoaned, feeling my face contort nearly into a muscle spasm, as I reachedclimax. It hadn't taken long to get there. The first one rarely did,especially if you had the chance to touch yourself, and I had wasted notime. In fact, I was already hurrying to see if I could get a secondone off.But, as I knew he would, Victor stopped me. "Enough," he demanded. "Nomore mastrabation unless I say so."In a few seconds, the room returned fully to my consciousness, and Ipulled my dripping wet. "Lift your head, infidel slut," said the fat man in the white caftan, gesturing with her blue passport. He spread his legs, pulled his long robe to his waist and produced a flabby male member of a purplish color. "Come," he demanded, "be useful while I decide what to do with you. You smell awful and your hair is a mess. I'd hardly recognize you." He laughed deep in his throat and waved his flabby cock at her. "I think we should burn you, slowly.' He chuckled.Connie shook her head, looked up. Joey was doing well for a beginner. He started moving is fingers in and out of my pussy. I felt the sensation that comes from masturbation already beginning to kindle. As he continued to finger me, juices dripped onto the floor. The wetness of my pussy began to make a more emphatic sound.Joey fingered me faster and faster. Each stroke was like a rush of pleasure through my muscles. My heartbeat increased every minute, my breaths became deeper, and I could hardly withstand keeping quiet.I would.