7 LONG HOURS OF TORTUROUS WAITING LATER.
I’m sitting in my chair, but I might as well be sitting on a bed of hot coals.
Every time I breathe, the diamonds shift.
Every time I lean forward to reach for a jar of face cream, that string of stones between my legs ride across my c**t.
I’m so aroused I’m almost thrusting my hips back and forth in the seat, just to keep the friction going.
My skin feels like it’s on fire, and the sweat is making the chain slippery against my body.
If it wasn't for the diamonds holding my n*****s down, they would be sticking out right through my uniform for the whole world to see.
My heart hasn't slowed down for a single second since I left the bathroom.
My head is soaked with these insanely filthy thoughts of Cairo, racing through my brain like a car
