I’m not allowed to remove my clothing. I lie there, thinking that pillows were invented for a reason. The three men line up, shoulder to shoulder. The wild look in Slade’s eyes and his quick breathing aren’t half as revealing as the obscene erection trying to rip through his pants. I remember how he tortured me in the meeting and in the limo, and how badly I wanted him. Now I want him even more. I want to feel him in my mouth and pressing inside of me. Romeo is… Romeo. I have unfinished business with his huge cock, and I won’t let him walk away unsatisfied again. But judging from the focus in his eyes, he intends to fuck me senseless in the very near future. Only Hawthorne looks unhappy. He doesn’t seem as resistant as before, but I’m thinking he knows there’s more to my story. I stare at him, silently pleading for him not to ruin this. Shaking his head slowly, he hooks a finger behind the knot of his silk tie and saws until it loosens. That seems to be what the others are waiting for.
