No thank you. I was about to tellhim to get back in the bottle when he said, "Thou art wise young maiden,but knoweth this, the stories thou recountet... are but fiction."OK, this Arabian knight thing is hurting my head. Here's one wish youcan't screw up. "I wish you would just speak in plain Fu.. I mean justspeak plain English." And with that his voice turned to that of astuffy butler."Madame, the stories you speak of are false. I am required to grant youany wish your heart desires for the. So far my venture into adulthood has began rather horridly.My eighteenth birthday was celebrated with my social worker smiling as I signed paperwork and my foster parents slipping me a twenty as they wished me well in life. My social worker offered to drop me off anywhere of my choosing, but I declined. As far as I was concerned, the sooner I got away from the painted faced gargoyle, the better.I already had a plan set in place. In preparation for the day I aged out of the system, I had dropped. The decision had been made that it was time for Rebecca to make the company money rather than be Bill’s personal whore. Rebecca went to what she hoped would continue to be her desk. She enjoyed the money and prestige of being Bill Todd’s personal assistant and secretary. The majority of people that worked for the company knew the truth. Her skills were limited with her greatest asset being her tight, hot body. Her job mainly consisted of allowing Bill or anyone he chose to have access to her.. I was truly inheaven.Then without a word the guy I’d been sucking on let hisload go in my mouth. It was strange to realize that Iwas being fed come from two different guys at the sametime and from both ends to boot. I had my first orgasmof the night around Rob’s thrusting cock. My bodyspasmed as he thrust and thrust into me.I was still shivering with little after-quakes as Jonanother of the young executives climbed onto of me andstarted butt-fucking me with zeal, while Rob was.