Telling him that we weren't finished yet...at least I wasn't. It was my turn to give him pleasure. He smiled and said that he wasn't able to get hard ...nless bondage was involved; that it had been a long time since he'd been able to cum during vanilla sex.Not being to type to back down when I want something...I took that as a challenge. Pushing him back down on the bed, I slid up his body and kissed him, rubbing my breasts along his body as I went. I ducked my head down to his chest and grabbed. Sasheed just laughed. Shaking his head he whispered to me, "Do you have any idea what you have just done?"From his tone and expression, I knew that I had gotten myself into something. I formed the word "what," as the King brought her papers over for me to look at. As they were handed to me, Sasheed said, "The girl is now your property. My father is giving her to you. And, my friend, don't even think for a second of rejecting a gift from the King.My mind was spinning as I looked at the papers.. Except ... for these." Mina pulled a yellowing envelope from her home office desk.She opened it ... with a flair ... If there had have been a band, they would have played stripper music. As it was, Mina was dancing to her own internal music. She slid the contents out and back in with an exaggerated bump and elbow grind, laughing all the time.They were photographs ... fifteen photographs ... pictures of Bill negotiating the first sale ... oh, sure, the pictures were grainy but there was no. Light alcohol... seems to help.30 minutes after leaving my apartment, the limosuine came to a stop and I heard a garage door open. Then it started moving again, and kept moving for at least 45 seconds more. I sensed that we were in some type of building, but where? Perhaps in a warehouse? Or below some huge office complex?The limosuine eventually slowed down and stopped, and then I heard the engine shut off. We had drove inside some type of structure for at least 45 seconds at a normal rate of.