“We were friends – good friends before this all happened,” I continued.“We can still be friends, can’t we?” he insisted.“Of course we ca...’t! We can’t see each other again. Not ever.”He looked both relieved and disappointed at the same time.“It’s not all my fault,” he whined. “You made promises too.”“But you’re the one who’s broken them,” I hissed. “I should hate you!”“But you don’t?” he asked, surprised.I couldn’t answer that; too much had passed between us just to dismiss it all. I had. She thought she had him in Gamal. He liked the innocent ones and was willing to pay well for them. He would get his personal pound of flesh and then ship them off to Algiers for the Arab market. She almost hated to see this sweet young American turned over to a sadistic beast like him but money was money and his perverted depravity should be no concern of hers. She had to be cold and calculated about it, after all, she was a business woman and if she played her cards right could retire in a few. "I'm speechless! they're perfect!". She says "why don't you join me in bed, naked? like I am now...", so I quickly take off my jeans and t-shirt and dive into bed with her. She turns out the light on her bedside cabinet, then turns to me and starts kissing me as she thrusts her body right up against mine. She then takes off my underwear and my dick is like a steel bar between us, pressing against her stomach. "Ooooh you're so hard!" she mutters in-between kissing.At this point I'm wondering why. ’ He looked down, thoroughly embarrassed. ‘Shayla…’ I grumbled loudly, sitting up as if I was ready to simply get it over with. ‘Just get your ass over here.’ Jake wasted little time climbing into bed with me, pressing his lips hard against mine. I leaned a little into the kiss, not really pushing any passion into it. He placed his hands on my breasts, squeezing through the black lace as he lowered me onto the bed. We broke away. I stared up at him hard. ‘Do me like you mean it, Jake. Are you a.