Pleasing the Sheikh

Carrie and the Sheikh were temporarily married yet again. He had her on fours, the crescent and star on her ass remind him and her exactly where her loyalties now lay. It was haram, of course, but he was sure whatever sins he'd done would be redeemed by seeding his new conquest.

"Mmm, fuck me with that thick cock, my Sheikh," Carrie purred. He thrust into her, time and again, filling her with his swollen cock as she mewled. This may not be the time ...

"I talked to John's son ... my secretary today. Told him I knew about his past dressing up and as a homosexual."

"Oh?" The Sheikh asked dispassionately. He wished the boy no harm, but nor did he have any interest in what he did.

"I've been reading books ... mmmph, that cock is so good my Sheikh ... about the old days, and the harems, and the eunuch boys. And I told him maybe he'd make a good eunuch." The Sheikh paused, his balls boiling now. It'd be delicious, actually. Stealing away the American's intended bride ... and his oldest son being clipped and serving the household as a eunuch. Hmm. This girl had more promise than he even he had originally thought. He fucked her harder now, filling her with his cum. In fact, perhaps they could assist him with a business problem.