Their Joint Federation

He rolls on a condom and directs his erection into me. In no time, I adjusted to his size and he began riding me. He drags my hips to meet his frequent thrust. I could feel him hitting my G-spot with each movement. I moan in pleasure at how good it felt. 

"Renato!" I scream as I feel myself on the brink of orgasm. He continued with his strokes and never commented on the name I called out. Instead, he moves harder, and then I let myself go. 

"I think I'd take another shot at that. It's not every day someone screams a different name other than yours during sex," he says jokingly. His speech was drawled, and I knew the alcohol was finally kicking in. He pours himself a glass and takes it all in one go. 

"True," I responded. There was no point explaining anything to him.

Ten shots later, we were wasted on the bed. The Latvian had long passed off, and I was left alone to my thoughts. An image of Renato flees through my mind, making me horny. I clench my thighs to calm my raging hormones. It didn't help with my spiking arousal, so I finished off with my fingers instead. 

I was glad I opted for a whiskey rather than the beer I had seen. The liquor was doing a good job and knocking me off. All I wanted was an escape from reality. I turn to the man at my side and watch him snore loudly. He looked so much at peace I decided to let him be. There was no point waking him up to have a pointless conversation. I had my alcohol for that.

My mind was slowly becoming numb. The drink was finally hitting, and I shut my eyes, waiting for the darkness. I pump fifty liters of liquor a day in an attempt to earn my dowry. It was atonement for the possibilities I had lost. I preferred the solace of alcohol over a game of what-ifs. 

I could feel a weight on my eyelids. It was harder to keep them open. My arms and legs felt heavy when I tried to move them. I wanted to empty the whiskey bottle, but my body wasn't cooperating. The darkness slowly seeped in as I gently slipped into unconsciousness. I had one thought in mind the whole time.

"It was a Thailand kingdom prostitution. I was happy."I mutter to myself. I wasn't too sure if the last part was. Although, I could feel a surge of dopamine within. I think satiety would be a better description of what I felt.

"We used condoms." I remind myself before welcoming the darkness.

^.^

I knew I had to leave early in the morning because his wife bought it from Renato Olympo. 

Renato Olympo's daughter bought it from a Spanish strip club in debt. Our London infrastructure builder from Latvia made a new life. 

But my house and dreams were ruining it. 

"You sleep tight my Latvian stud I set up for Bangkok prison." 

My lips smile. I placed on cherry lipstick so sweet he could not deny last night. 

"I am going to my husband from Congo. My Bradley Mat. My loyalty concierge at my Love Motel Inn hotelier corporation business of love and a greenhouse cannabis." 

I blow him a kiss before his wife returns from Stockholm, Kingdom of Sweden. 

I am writing in my memoirs. The moments I felt great running my business. 

I know I am married to myself this way. Our Laura Turner from Elle's Recruits Scouts modelling agency wrote to me the other.

She was willing to consent to another letter of memoirs I was willing to publish in my binded book. 

I had to leave something behind for all of us to read about love, lust and the lure of betrayal. I found my happiness besides my Ban Toya. 

When I met him in Bangkok helping his brother in prison. He was working as a project managing Engineering company planning Kingdom of Thailand infrastructure and I am leaving his bed once more. I seduced him for my business. 

He is now married to a London infrastructure construction labour worker. 

The models I hired from my business were not Dutch models for a reason I asked Laura Turner on the mobile phone call. 

"I don't know why you are asking for Dutch sluuts." 

"We have Japanese whores and three princesses from the Kingdom of Netherlands trained in our main brothel to be women in Oxfordshire." 

"Ok. I looked in the Netherlands women's toilet to see if I could find phone contact numbers. I could bring any Dutch models that are themed. I heard they are paying high taxes and our hotelier Warinya and Waree corporation is tax free." 

"Thanks. I asked if my customers have a great time and enjoy what they paid for. His Majesty Andrew Sex will happily inspect himself first and make loyal to his King of England crown." 

"Thanks Pan Varskes. You are lovely as always." 

We giggled like young girls before we finished our phone call.

I sat back and relaxed. My true Congolese man was licking in between my groin on my hot yoga spandex shorts. 

My mind skipped yoga for him and I had an important business call from my models manager. 

I knew bearded men are true women who dream between their legs like our childhood teddy bear dreams our father's gave us to sleep in our beds. 

I was happy enough with a huge African tongue serving me well. 

The empire was many and you are my reader. 

"You like some more." Bradley raises his face from below. 

"I haven't finished leaking my juicy details and thanks for relaxing me in a business phone call. You are a great husband." My fingernails push him back to his work. 

I relax and arch my neck backwards dreaming about my beloved Ban Toya. 

We spent our last night together. The view of our rose gardens blocking the greenhouse of cannabis we gre for our customers to relax in between Laura Turner model's agency. 

I knew I had enough phone calls and days off I should join our models and work together to keep our customers happy. 

"Bradley, it is enough to make me ready for work."

"Yes my love."

"You go now and book our customers and I join our girls in the lounge. It was long enough without a job myself. It is impossible now."

"I'll see you tonight when we shut our love motel inn?" 

"Yes and you get all the juicy details." 

I stand up watching my pet dog and a husband shining eyes waiting for his turn to eat from my hand. 

"I will go to the bathroom real quick before I see my customer."

"I hope they will meet you in the bathroom." His sweet chocolate arms pinches my but and softly raises my three centimetres honey nipples rubbing under my sweat Thai breasts.

I was born to be an administrator or pedantic secretary but I became an international businesswoman.