Being still relatively young and foolish, Ramzy El-Najjar rose to the challenge, "Master?" Ah, Ramzy El-Najjar, excellent," said the smiling Emir, "Yo... need not look so worried, I will not suggest that you offer yourself as the quarry!"There was a round of sycophantic laughter which was redoubled when the expression on Ramzy El-Najjar's face showed that the thought had not occurred to him."What I would like," continued the Emir, "is someone to train quarry specifically for the chase. Perhaps. Then again. "Daddy ain dun fucking yo little white ass." And he drove it home hard. Through the pain I felt his balls resting on my ass.Now I was really pinned. Stuck like a butterfly specimen on his trophy board. Impaled on his big cock, his arms holding me to the bed, and his long, strong wiry body atop mine and between my legs. He rested there for a moment, letting my anus adjust to his girth, before starting a slow, gentle fucking motion. He pinned me at the other end, too, with another. I was strangely unperturbed by the situation and called the desk to verify that I was not going to be landed with a huge bill. The man who replied was immensely helpful and confirmed that the room was booked on a corporate account and I was permitted any meals and refreshments I wished together with all the facilities the hotel had to offer. As I was talking, I saw a brochure next to the phone for massage sessions at the hotel’s fitness centre or in your own room. I was asked if I particularly. Don’t come up here with pretty lies and try to sweet talk me.’ With that, he mounted the steps in a rush so that he stood before me. He grabbed my wrists roughly and placed one hand on his chest, just over his heart. The other he placed on his cock, long and thick and hard beneath the denim. ‘Feel that? I’ve been this hard for months. For you. Do you feel my heart? Feel how it’s pounding? That’s because I’m so fucking afraid you’re not going to give me a chance and tell me to pack my shit and.