" What!" she snapped. I approached the desk."You can't read Arabic can you?" I explained, "That makes you illiterate in the eyes of the law." So?" she...said, "Big deal, it doesn't exactly make me a imbecile!" No but it does get you out of here," I added, "Alive!" What Mr, ah, Bond has neglected to tell you is that he has conspired to have you registered as his slave." Mantouk explained."What?" she demanded."Slave, ah, how do you say it," Mantouk said enjoying the moment, "Concubine, Prostitute,. He moved his lips close to my ear and began to lick it as I ground into him, taking as much of his pole as I could.He positioned the chair to take a seat and when he did, I straddled his lap, facing outward. I was buzzing with lust and horniness. My small penis was dripping a steady stream now and I opened the door to, once again, show my wanton lust for cock to anyone who wanted to watch.There were only a few others, but they needed no prompting as they took out their cocks and began stroking. I checked the text and it was from Aunt Cathy. It read, “Have an interesting client here for you. When will you be home?” I texted back I’d be home in forty minutes. When I arrived there was a woman sitting in the livingroom of the house. She stood as I entered and asked, “Are you Drew?” She was medium height, thirty five or so years old, long black hair, medium boobs, dark complexion, manicured nails. “Yes, I’m Drew.” She held her purse nervously in front of her. “I’ve heard about. When she reached the root, she handed the bottle back to Amanda. The scent of the lavender lotion reached his nose at about the same time as Kylie curled her hands around his shaft. She stroked him with a twisting motion, liberally coating him in the bead of white cream, and then got down to work. “Look,” Jun said, pointing at his toes, which were curling of their own volition. He clenched his teeth and fought the warming of his cheeks when the other girls chuckled. Kylie’s hand rapidly pumping.