”He stormed past the man, bumping into his shoulder, nearly knocking the giant backwards.“Hey!” he bellowed. “Where are you going?”Carson di...n’t say a word. He picked up his backpack off the bedroom floor and flung it over his shoulder. He slipped on his flip flops without missing a step and headed for the living room.“Wait!” the giant called after him, limping. His voice desperate, unrecognizable. “I can explain!”But Carson didn’t want to hear it. All he wanted to do was escape this awful. If I could have grinned, I would have. I looked up to see him watching me, his eyes wide and his mouth open, panting. I slowly pulled back, letting my tongue massage the underside. He closed his eyes and groaned loudly. I go down on him again, letting my mouth and throat grow accustomed to his size, taking a little more of him in. He reached for my arm to pull me up but I didn’t want to let him out of my mouth. I looked up at him with pleading eyes and he motioned me to change my position. I. He looked up with a concerned look and saw her smiling with her right hand in a fist pressing to her lips to stifle a laugh. Instead she giggled."I am sorry Mr…" she paused waiting for him to give his name. He detected an accent."Ben. Benjamin Alexander Logan at your service." He said. He smiled up at her and she smiled back each looking into the others eyes."I am sorry Mr. Logan." She began again. Her words came with a light Russian accent. "I did not mean to startle you. You discovered. Then the Emir had simply given her to the bridegroom and the bride's father as though she were a book he could lend. The Emir himself had used her mouth definitely, but he had not come; she was almost certain that he had not used her cunt. The two men she had never seen before had taken her any which way they wanted and had come whenever and wherever they felt like it. It was horrible.Her cunt was sore and her arse still felt well-used. A terrible hangover made her think that there was more.