She called a bunch of times and send me a thousand texts, but I just couldn't even deal with her. It was still early so I got some dinner and caught a...game to try and unwind my thoughts. When I finally got home she was frantic, and wouldn't stop talking for at least an hour. Finally she promised to never do anything like it again, we made up, fucked again, and went to bed." "But?" "Yeah, but. Things were ok for a few weeks, but by the end of the month she was going out all the time again. She. .. uh... sleep with you every night for a week. How is that?" Okay, that's a start. If we spend, say, two hours a night every night for seven weeks, that's 98 hours. Then seven nights of sleeping together is... well, not a very high price, do you think?" Hm, I hadn't thought of it like that. Okay, how about... if I make any B grade, I'll sleep with you every night for two weeks. If I make any A grade, I'll sleep with you every night for a month, except for my period. Would that be better?"I. . he would come to my house at a set time.. He would call when he got there and let the phone ring once... I would unlock the front door and be waiting for him on my knees, wearing a pair of bikini panties, Hose tied around my head to blindfold me and my ass lubed up. After a few missed connections the day finally came where we would meet. He told me that he would be at the house right at noon. I got up in the morning and did my usual workout. When I returned home my heart started racing at. Behind him came two other men of Arabic hue, dressed in the black suits and dark sunglasses that marked them out as bodyguards.The Arab – a portly, middle-aged fellow – looked around the dirty warehouse with obvious disdain. He was about to make some disparaging remark when he noticed the two beautiful white women, one of whom was swinging naked from a hook.“Here she is, Mr Sheikh sir!” gushed the Panties King as he indicated poor Barbara, “A prime piece of American ass!”The Arab waddled over.