Always on the precipice of orgasm, even when he was in my asshole. The grate of his open zipper on my freshly spanked and swollen ass sparked the shar...s of pain that I loved so much. He slammed into me again, making the table slide on the floor a little. His soft hand always comforted my heart. Then suddenly he pulled out. Taking my long honey-colored hair in his grip, pulling me to my feet. Tears stained my cheeks, but he knew I wanted this. Forcing me to my knees, he pushed his cock into my. We were by ourselves and had no place urgent to be. The girls had chosen this outing so they could be lazy for a change. Most of them had just finished taking a language and three different sports, so not having anything to do was high on their list of priorities. A couple other girls told me their names but I can’t remember them anymore. A few hours and several beer later the girls were all feeling pretty good but not yet drunk. We decided to set out and put a few more miles behind us before. Darted in and out of shops, trying on cloths and shoes. They had lunch at the local pizza places where all the k**s from school hang out. The fact that it was a Saturday afternoon and the place was packed with wall to wall teenagers, but no one really noticed them. It was like they were in their own little world when ever they were together. The fact that they were holding hands, and looking like two teenagers in love should have set off alarm bells. Just the way that they looked at each other. After that he was left to his own devices with the instruments used on Rashid al-Ghazali in full view. Lack of food, but not of water, and the fear of the tortures to come played havoc with his mind, as the Chief Eunuch knew they would. Finally he was dragged into the presence of the Emir, who was a little shocked at the change which had been brought about in the man by a few days of captivity and maltreatment. Gone was the successful business man, gone was the bold Italian dealer in illicit.