And I would be Faisal.Later that day I abandoned the empty car on the side road close to the railway station and left the door unlocked. I was sure th...t it would not be there the next morning.A pompous Yemeni man took a taxi with his wife, two daughters and a son to the best hotel in the town. They would need to spend two nights there, before we could take a train to Wadi Haifa. Yes, I was a man who was doing this trip, so that he could marry his pretty twin daughters to some important Egyptian. He stared at me and pulled me on top of him kissing my neck down to my collar bone then back up to my jaw line. I exhaled a deep jagged breath moaning softly as his lips barely touched my skin. He kissed my lips lightly and pulled back a little “what do you want?” he whispered against my lips. I ran my hands over his shoulders “you” I responded in one word. He smiled and pushed me back down leaning over me and unbuckled his belt sliding off his pants. James’s lips were against my neck sucking. The front of Jessie's skirt bulged; a strap-on dildo briefly poking out bright pink as she walked passed us. I lifted off Marshal's lap, heard the metallic rasp of his zipper, his hard cock brushing the naked cheeks of my ass beneath my skirt. Around us, the other married couples were shifting about. As the new brides' marriage was blessed, those of us already married would recommit to our spouses and bless each other.Kevin's cock thrust into Fatima's cunt as Jessie pushed her pink dildo into. But those drugs left a void for something to come back, and that something is slavery. It hasn?t really become poplar amongst the common low lives; they aren?t really smart enough to trade in flesh but the large organizations. Mobs have taken it over mostly and they compete as they always have. The only thing that has really changed is the merchandise. From drugs to flesh, and not prostitution, or I should say not just prostitution. They always did prostitution but sometime in the.