"What is happening to me?" I thought. "I should be freaking out still!I'm in this ridiculous body, my life is probably ruined, and I canalready feel...my pussy starting to wake up again! Why am I gettingworked up about shoes, and not tearing my hair out in frustration?" Itwas all very confusing, but I wanted to minimize my suffering and didn'tdwell on it any longer.As I was wrapping up those thoughts, Rachel switched off the computerand said, "Well Robert, I think the next step is for us to. "Daddy says the Emir is very rich, and the Princess is one of the most important clients the practice has," she trilled."Why?" he asked, "She doesn't spend much with us." She doesn't spend much with us, I know, but it is a tremendous social cachet to be able to mention her to other clients; then we might get more of her father's business as well if we keep her happy. Perhaps we'll get all of his UK business, and not just the Oxford part of it. Didn't you say she would be Emir herself one day?". It wasn’t long though before the need in me took over and I started moving my hips up and down with more purpose, harder and faster. The angel on top is perfect and almost always makes me cum. On this big cock it was a given. I kept moving through it, feeling me soak his big dick under me. At the end of it, I fell forward on him, exhaused from the ride and the explosion. He was so good to me, tender even. He ran his fingers over my hips and up my back. He kissed my neck and whispered the. But graphic designer. Wedding stationary etcetera. You?”I flushed.“I work for a – uh – kinda advertising thing.”He frowned.“Job title?”I flushed harder.“Uh – it’s silly. Kinda pretentious. You’ll laugh at me again.”“Tell me. I promise not to laugh.”I looked at his shoulder.“Social media marketing coordinator.”He didn’t laugh.“So,” he breathed. “Are you still fucking that chess player?”“Oliver went to Silicon Valley. Like ten years ago, Hanson.”“Smart guy.”“He was,” My eyes flicked up to his..