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with one hand, while the other speared her pussy furiously.
                  Her on screen moans grew louder, and he wondered how he could have possibly not heard her, or anybody else for that matter.  There were two entrances into the bathroom, one that led into his office, the other into the hallway next to the elevator where two guards always stood.  Someone should have heard something because she was now panting, nearly screaming as loud as a porn star being fucked in every hole.
                  Amir had to close his eyes when she started to come.  He was already on the verge of busting in his pants with precum leaking from his cock.  He wished he could have muted it, but the last minute of the video was the very essence of the word climax.
                  Even with his eyes shut, he could still see her as he’d seen her so many times displayed on the screen.  Her mouth forming a small O, her hips bucking wildly as she finger fucked herself to a powerful orgasm. Tears leaking from the corners of her eyes, which she’d shut the moment she’d started to come.  Her entire body shook with the force of her cresting desire, and when she reached the highest peak, her pussy squirting hot juice all over her lush thighs, she called his name.
                  “Amir,” she cried.  “Oh God, Amir.”
                  All the times before when he would watch this video alone in his bed, this was the moment he’d come too.  As if she was there with him, he would stroke and pump his stiff cock with his lube coated hand, imagining his naked body covering hers.  With his hips flexing, his ass clenching he could practically feel those long shapely legs draped over his shoulders, his fingers digging into those full,  fleshy tits that would not be contained in his large palms.  He would ride her hard and deep, ramming every inch of his cock into her tight hole.  Her dripping cunt, those ripe swollen pussy lips would wrap snuggly around his throbbing dick, fisting tight around it as she came, until it strangled his pounding flesh demanding he give her his seed.  He would explode then, his milky white cum streaking down his hand, across his stomach, his thighs, even the bed sheets. 
    So real was the experience that he could almost believe he’d just filled her entire cunt up with his sperm, until he opened his eyes and found himself drenched in his own cum and staring at a black television screen. All those other times, he’d always felt empty when it was over, and more alone than ever before. But not this time.
                  This time when he opened his eyes Daniella was there, standing right before him, and very soon she would be naked and spread beneath him, his cock buried so deep she would ache in places she’d never known before.  Very soon she would be his . 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

CHAPTER THREE
                  Tears, I’d tried holding back from the moment the Sheikh had revealed the items inside that box, now spilled over my lids and down my face.  I wasn’t a crier either but this—I couldn’t even finish that train of thought.  I’d never been so humiliated in my entire life.
                  “You taped me?”  I didn’t even recognize my voice, it was so faint.
                  He nodded, but I wasn’t really looking at him. I stared blankly at the wall, my tears making everything a big blur.
                  “There are security cameras all over my estate.  They are for my protection and the protection of all those who work and live here,” he explained.  “The box raised some suspicion—”
                  “Sex toys and videos?” That was ridiculous.  Sharjah, like many gulf nations was very progressive. While it still maintained very traditional values, and sexual displays remained a private matter, discreetly packaged sexual