The Abdul Problem

The Sheikh and Carrie were naked in his spacious bed. She was rubbing his chest, her pussy full of his thick seed.

"So, we have a manager of one of our facilities, Abdul. He is a good manager, extremely intelligent, but he is a deviant." Carrie listened, intrigued.

"Deviant ...like how, my Sheikh?" Carrie said, kissing his neck.

"As in he likes the company of ... rather effeminate males. He gets pent up with frustration, and all that intelligence and skill goes to waste. So I figured this is where your boy could come in handy. Beyond being your pansy of a secretary, he could actually help our burgeoning business empire." Carrie leaned up, kissing the Sheikh soundly, and then kissing back to his cock. He looked ready for a round two. And Carrie was definitely ready for a round two.

"Mmm, I think that would be good for both Abdul and Junior, my Sheikh. I'll see that it is done."