All James wanted was to get inside his bride. No teasing, no finesse, no enticing her with sexy moves. It all happened underneath the bright light of ...heir hotel room some twenty odd years ago. No romance, just claim and go to sleep. She had been twenty and a bit when they exchanged wedding vows. Scarcely a year later she was pregnant to the barely nineteen year old about to lose her virginity. When Jamey pulled the dark coloured boxers down his hips, her eyes widened. It had been quite. He'd never really gotten into Arabian adventures or 1001 Nights... maybe the shared hallucination came from his boss's subconscious? "Correct, Master," The giant replied, in a voice Woodard could feel reverberating in his chest cavity. "My name is Ash'Aileth. You, of course, may address me in any manner you please. I exist but to obey you completely, three times." Of course, the old 'three wishes' trick! Woodard had read "The Monkey's Paw" as a small child, and was well aware of how tricky. He unzipped my eyes so I could see and then placed my hands in little leather mitts so they were trapped in fists. He then placed a ball gag through the leather and around my mouth and instructed me to lay down on my stomach and wait. This was kinda a regular thing so I figured he'd be back to fuck me shortly. Instead he came back with something hot. I could feel it tracing the zipper down my back slowly. I figured this was a new form of foreplay so I just waited patiently. When he was done he. Sara admitted that during the last two years of college she had been a whore with a pimp and that she earned her money getting fucked and being sold. She said that at first it bothered her but that she got to where it filled her need to be fucked and she liked the extra cash. As I prodded her she explained how it worked and that her pimp took 75% of her earnings and that she got the rest. Usually she was a whore for wealth older men in the area and other places when she went on the road. .