Cummmmmmmmmmmming, oh, oh?..fuck meeeee?..I’m?..I’m??cummmmming??again?..pleeeeease?..nooooo!!!’Chapter 6Just before dawn, Ms. Cook was finally ...eleased from her bonds, taken off the stage, given a number of sedatives and sleeping pills, and taken to a secluded room where she was placed into a waiting soft bed.Two days later, confused and dazed, she awoke in the bedroom suite of a luxury downtown Riyadh hotel, not knowing how she had come to be there. Although she was still sore and groggy from. She saw men and women all in various stages of undress, but all wearing masks. She saw a bench, in the middle of the room, she saw chians hanging from the ceiling, and on the walls, whips, belts, canes and many more objects, she knew now, would be used on her. Maybe they won't rape me she thought, though the thought of the whips etc didn't make her feel any better. Her wrists were placed in metal bracelets and connected to the chains hanging from the ceiling, they were then pulled and she was. He drove a blue BMW, that had a silver 'C' on the driver's side window; courtesy of me. He was in the living room, watching a game. It may have been the look on my face, or my posture; but when I put my bag down on the table, he came running in there. "Babe, what's wrong?" he asked, thoroughly concerned. I couldn't speak. I was too tired. Too, stressed. I burst into tears and fell into his arms. He whispered comforting things into my hair. He kissed my forehead, and wrapped me tight. "Come. My tight rosebud was well lubricated with sperm and cunt juice from earlier. Then his middle finger slipped easily into me. Then I began another strong orgasm, lifting myself and dropping back onto his hard shaft, his finger continuously burrowing into my ass. As my orgasm finally ebbed, I lay down fully on him to relax for a minute, my tits pressed against his chest as my cunt settled around his cock. Julian gently removed his finger from my puckered hole as I caught my breath. But then.