Chapter 31: Tricia’s Tale

“Willie, I’m part of a very traditional family where daughters are used as a commodity in arranged marriages. This continues even though I’m the second generation; it was my father’s parents who immigrated from the Mediterranean. Anyway, once I reached the most marketable age, they started shopping me around for a suitable husband.

“Suitable, meaning that the match would advance their business interests. They demanded a high price for me, so to speak, so nothing was arranged for years. I was allowed to go to college, and then to get my master’s, while they kept bargaining and negotiating. Then, six months ago, they had a candidate.”

“I don’t understand, they were going to force you to marry someone? You’re an American citizen, with rights?”

“My family has enough money and power to make sure that I would be forced to comply. Ultimately, if I rebelled. I would be transferred back to the home country and imprisoned in a luxurious but permanent family prison. This is similar to what supposedly happens with certain female members of powerful and wealthy families in the Middle East, especially those with royal titles.

“But, as you can imagine, I wasn’t going to comply. Particularly, after I was introduced to my so-called fiancé, Paul Sandro. They sent me, under guard, into Paul’s penthouse. He greeted me in what could best be described as a skimpy loincloth. We went into his main room with the huge wall-to-ceiling picture windows and sat on his luxurious furnishings. I was used to some of this, but his place was over the top. He signaled for one of his aides to bring us drinks. I just had a Coke (he seemed disappointed) while he had a big fat glass of expensive scotch.

“He said, ‘Thank you, David,’ to the aide, who was dressed in only a bathrobe. Then he started describing his view of our future marriage, which involved an extensive and boring recital of his business activities and world travel. Then he got into more personal matters.

“Paul explained that my primary purpose would be to make heirs. If the first pregnancy created a girl (that’s the wording he used), he would try again for a son. Other than impregnation, he would be leaving me alone, with plenty of money and time to enjoy myself. So long as I didn’t have sex, except for with him when I was in the fertile days of my monthly cycle.

“The rest of the month, he explained, he would be otherwise occupied. He called David back to stand next to us where we were seated on the couch. Paul spread apart the sides of David’s robe, inhaled his soft cock, and started blowing him. He was doing a good job, I think, because David came quickly, and I had to listen to his moans and Paul’s noisy swallowing.

“When he released David, I realized that he had grown to a remarkable size while inside Paul’s mouth. But I recognized that this was a test, and I looked away from his big glistening tool,