The shock of the birthday boy standing in the middle of the room with his eyes closed, his head thrown back, moaning softly with his cock sticking out...and cum oozing from the slit, confused everyone. Nobody could remember who they were making out with when the lights returned.“Hey man, did you just jerk off?” one of the guys wanted to know.“Hell no! Somebody sucked me off. I swear,” he answered, coming to his senses more quickly than he’d wanted to.“Bullshit! You’ve been beating your meat since. I realize that I was reacting in vengeance but I could not have the concubine in my harem. As the AI told me, killing her will not make the hurt go away. Please take her into the pool and find a place for her.”I intended to make sure that the concubine was fit to be acquired by another sponsor before going any further.The second sponsor was a piece of work. Apparently, her concubine had tormented the sponsor her entire school life. The sponsor had beaten the concubine mercilessly her entire. He went in, locked the door and sat on the floor across the room, where no one could see him through the window or the door. He pulled out a small flashlight and started working on player evaluations. He dozed off sometime around three a.m. and slept right there on the floor. Three hours later, he’d woken up stiff and sore as all hell but really, really not caring. He needed a shower, so he’d grabbed the workout bag from his SUV, and that’s when he discovered his voicemails and text messages.. I parked her at a low two-top and settled in at the bar, swiveling around to take in her table and the dance floor as I sipped a peaty single-malt. It didn't take long for the bees to start buzzing around the honey. Wait, no, we were fishing. Damn metaphors.Amy knew what she wanted and didn't need my approval. Dancing was an exercise in cock selection. She didn't hit the floor with every guy who hit on her, they had to pass the qualifying round first. The ones she did dance with got a very.