She smiled at she thought of the week ahead, and a naughty shiver ran through her body.īehind her strolled a Middle Eastern man in a well-tailored Hardy Aimes suit, cut to acommodate his broad shoulders and chest. The small leather briefcase bounced against her curvy hips as they swayed under her silk slacks. The tall blonde in her 40s walked down the concourse of JFK airport, high heels clicking, a first class boarding pass on Emirates Airways in her well-manicured hand. For Colleen was addicted to being fucked, and most especially by big thick cocks, in particular Arab ones. Not to drugs or alcohol or shopping, but to something else.
She had what she had to admit was an real addiction. It was a dirty little secret that filled her with both guilt and wild excitement.
