I was in a daze. I begged Shelley to suck my cock but she wouldn't. "I don't do that," she said. "Please, baby, please," I said. Then she'd get mad an... go downstairs. All the hard work we promised went out the window. She hated me. She glared at me all the time. The more I tried to get close to her, to wrap my hands around her waist, to nuzzle her neck, to cup her ass while she heated up a frozen dinner—she ignored all of my advances. She didn't want me. I don't know why. Maybe she was just. Up on the ninth floor I met with Jim Rose for a few minutes where he gave me a company credit card for expenses, details on my hotel reservation and other instructions for my trip including a list of the properties I was to visit. I'd been told to pack for the trip ahead of time but to leave my suitcase at home.After finishing my meeting with Jim, to leave the ninth floor offices, he escorted me to the private Senior Executive elevator. He activated it with a special key. It only shuttled. He felt nor heard any presence before the voice. Even as his eyes fell upon the form of young man in tattered clothes, holding two guns, he still didn't hear a heartbeat. No natural sounds of any living being, only the man's scent betrayed his presence, but even it was mild. Distant. It was as if the scent was days old and lingered in the room.Victor's eyes were drawn to something that clashed with his sense of reality. The young man's coat fluttered like in wind and for a moment Victor could. Then there's the Saudi prince and his 'Harem'. And your buyer, well I think that'll be the Cuban, he's got a nice villa down in South America, I'm sure you'll like it there (his voice drips with sarcasm at this)." B-But why? What do they want?"As if to demonstrate Sean plunges his hand under your skirt, fingering your tight pussy. "They want your sex my dear, your young, white pussy. And then will you join the others as a whore. Don't worry, they will treat you well as long as you behave. You.