She opened the door, not sure what to expect once again, and in front of her, a humongous bed, probably at least 9 foot in length and just as much in-depth was in front of her.
*This bed isn’t designed to be for just one person.*
“Lay down and strip yourself,” Paul ordered. The authority in his voice made her into a loyal servant, and within seconds, her clothes were on the floor, and Paul was exactly the same. Both were naked and laying on that massive bed, yet it was so large it couldn’t have been for just two people.
An idea formed around her head, a realisation of what was about to happen.
As she stood up, four men walked in the room, all naked and masked.
“What’s the matter, Amira?” Paul asked as Amira frantically looked for an exit.
This was too much even for her.