Framing the contract

As Hamid collected the pages of the contract Aram continued to fuck Abbey, with her moaning her assent the whole time.

Soon, two copies of the contract in front of her as Aram drove home and came in her. She shuddered as he filled her with his cum. The warmth slowly spreading into her cunt. “Oh God,” she moaned quietly.

Aram simply leant over her with a pen in hand, his slowly wilting cock still lodged in her cunt as he signed the two copies of the contract. Then it was Abbey’s turn. “You will need to sign here, here, and a third signature here. This is your certificate of debt, written in Arabic. It says that you are Aram’s until you have repaid the debt. You should frame it and gift it to your husband,” Hamid suggested.

Abbey moaned at the suggestion as her fingers struggled to grasp the pen. After a few moments, she managed a shaky signature on each page. And Aram and his son smiled. “We will make sure you have many adventures and many memories,” Aram said.

He pulled out of her cunt, and she just lay there over the counter, “If you would like a turn, Hamid, please,” Aram gestured.

Hamid shook his head. “I am pleased to wait until Wednesday. Until then,” he came around the counter and Abbey watched him as he reached up to pull a framed picture off the wall. Without speaking, he lay the frame beside Abbey’s head and changed out the paper for the Arabic certificate identifying her as being theirs. “A gift,” he said. Leaving it beside Abbey’s panting body before he gave her a smack on the arse. “I am sure we will enjoy each other’s company soon, Barqarat.”

Aram laughed. “Now, you should head home, let your husband know the deal has been done, and find a way to ensure his pleasure as we will be taking ours on you.”

Abbey moaned again and slowly slumped. She had promised herself to be a fuck slut for these men, and it aroused and disgusted her.