They discuss your fate

You slump trembling on the desk, semen drooling out of both ends of you as the men pull back. You're panting, barely able to focus as you recover from the lack of oxygen.

"What are your plans for the bitch?" the older man asks.

"I thought I'd take her downstairs and dump her in the alley. Give her to the hobos to fuck. They deserve a treat." You shudder at his cruel words, your heart freezing at the thought that you haven't won any mercy from him.

"Not a bad idea, but let me suggest an alternative. I have a client who this sow could be a great help with. He likes American girls, and he likes big tits. This bitch would be ideal."

"You mean that Saudi prince," Mr. Chandler laughs. "That would be a good use for her."

"I was thinking of that little slut Amanda, but this one would be better."

"Much. If something happens, there's no way to trace her back here."

"Excellent! So we agree? The sow is mine?"

You've been feeling more and more alarmed as the conversation continues, the two men discussing your fate as though you're not there. You push yourself off the desk, looking at the two men, your chin trembling as you fight the weeping that wants to erupt.

"Please....what are you talking about...please don't hurt me....I'll be good...I'll be so good..." you whimper piteously, looking for any sign of kindness in their hard faces.