Chapter 4 Part 4

Elsewhere, Giselle was seen entering a hotel with a middle-aged man. Giselle smiled as she held the man's hand.

Many pairs of eyes looked at her, but Giselle ignored them completely.

And now she was in a hotel room that looked so luxurious and comfortable. It was not unusual for Giselle to have a client who was a wealthy businessman who was willing to spend a lot of money to spend the night with her.

Giselle begins to crawl over the man's body, who is now leaning against the back of the bed.

Giselle continues to crawl up his body, the mini him wearing only a towel wrapped around his chest.

The man smiles at Giselle's treatment and looks at him seductively.

Giselle moves so nimbly, stroking the mysterious wealthy man already standing firmly.

The Middle Eastern man closes his eyes, enjoying Giselle's touch.

Although a little old, his face was still so handsome. His thin beard added to his authority.

"Are you ready, darling?" Giselle whispered in the ear of the man called Fuad.

The little puff Giselle makes in Fuad's ear makes Fuad even more excited.

Fuad can't hold back his passion and immediately pounces on Giselle's body.

"Do your job well, baby. I'll give you a big tip if you satisfy me," he says, squeezing the twin hills before him.

"Of course, darling. I will do well."

"Then do it now. I want to see what the best female game this woman is so proud of looks like. Is it so great that it can withstand my missiles, or does it give up prematurely?"

Giselle smiled as she was crushed. "We'll see, sir. Either you or I will scream first."

"And it will be you."

"Really? Then let me prove it." Giselle began to remove Fuad's shirt and trousers.

"Ah, you're right, master. It looks like I'm going to lose, and I'm ready to be punished," Giselle said, staring at the cylindrical object in front of her.

Giselle rubbed Fuad's groin sensuously. She squeezed the long, slightly curved object. She rubbed the mushroom-like tip with her thumb, turned it slightly, and pressed it gently.

Then he takes it in his mouth, treating it like a lollipop, so sweet to lick and suck that he does it several times.

Fuad couldn't hold it any longer and soon changed positions. Fuad is a bit rough, which makes Giselle scream. It hurts like something is cracking, but she covers it up with a sigh, like a scream. She still had to be professional and make her client happy.

"How's it going, baby? Isn't it good?" Fuad whispered in Giselle's ear.

"No, it hurts a lot." That was the answer she wanted to give.

"Yes, it was very tasty." Giselle's tongue could not tell the truth.

"I'll show you how good my game is." Fuad looked proud.

"You're proud, bitch? Too bad I don't like it!" Giselle was disgusted. She wanted to say it, but on the other hand, she had to say something nice to keep her customers happy.

"Then show me darling. I will also prove that I have something great to give you," Giselle looked excited and passionate.

Giselle wrapped one arm around Fuad's neck, then the other hand played with the thin hairs on Fuad's chest.

"We can prove ourselves to each other. Who is the best among us?" Fuad challenged as he moved his body closer to Giselle's.

Giselle closed her eyes and sighed softly to keep her client happy. Although the opposite was true, she was disgusted by Fuad's boast. But she had to be professional.

A few hours later. Giselle's body was already drenched in sweat. This effort made Giselle look even more sensational and made Fuad impatient to finish his sex game.

"There's no point in me paying you a high price, darling. I'm quite happy with your service. Now get on with it," he says as he gently strokes Giselle's face.

"Make tonight a night I will never forget," he continues.

The little slaps the man gave Giselle's smooth white bottom turned Giselle on again, and her requests for sex continued into the morning.

**

The next day, at 7 a.m., Giselle was already at the hospital looking after her mother, who still showed no improvement. Seeing all the equipment attached to her mother's body made Giselle's heart ache even more. Giselle could not contain her sadness and cried as she bowed her head.