My Sheikh

Every day was excess upon excess. Carrie got to snorkel off the yacht in crystalline blue waters. Every meal was finer than every meal she'd ever had in New Mexico. She got to see Italy and Greece. It was pure luxury and decadence, all the way through. And every night, she was married to the Sheikh. And the primary tether to her past life ... every time she checked the cam, he was fucking his Yemeni whore. So the feelings and conflict that was building within her continued to rage.

They were in bed after another lovemaking session, both completely nude. The Sheikh felt he was on the verge of conquering this American whore. She'd be a fine vessel for his heirs. A fine symbol of what his people could offer hers. It made his cock stir just thinking about it. He gently shook Carrie awake to take care of the ... large problem.

"Yes my Sheikh?" Carrie asked groggily.

"You have work to do," he said simply, and she got to work on his big cock. He smiled broadly. He wasn't on the verge. He'd already won.