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slaver or collecter help help help

Help, help, help

I start writing the next part of this story but I got lost! I need your help!

I have different paths that this story can go down, I think I went the wrong way so I need you to help me pick the right direction.

Paths:

1. Omar marries Jane and the story goes in that direction.
2. Steve marries Hanna , take her back to the USA.
3. Steve goes back home is computer co. needs help, he hires a woman but then bring her back to Dubai to train as a slave to run his business.

If you have another direction you would like me to go in let me know.
If you help me out let me know if you are male or female. Should I go deeper into the sex parts.

I just started writing to help me with my writing, I do not mind you saying what I am doing wrong or right. If you have a chance drop me a line.



i had to ad part1 to get enough words.
Slaver or collector

My name is Steve and I am a collector, some people call me a slaver.
I do not run around looking for young female to kidnap just to send over seas to sell.
You might ask why I do this? Money, money,money.
So far I have sold 6 women for 1 million dollars each.
That money is in a number bank account in an Arab country that the US Government knows nothing about it.
How did I get into this business?
A few years ago I was a computer geek, had my own business doing computer network and security work. One weekend I was in Vegas at a computer electronics show looking at the new things out on the market. The first booth I was at had some old out of date equipment but the guys were good at sales. There was a man in the booth they were giving a good sale pitch to, he looked like he was Arab . I left that booth and looked around going from booth to booth looking at cameras, computers and other new items. About an hour and many booths later I ran into the Arab guy from the first booth. I asked him if he had purchased anything in the other booth, He said no but he was looking into it. I said he would be wasting his money, the system was old and had many problems. He asked how I knew? I gave one of my cards and told him that that’s what I do for a living. He asked if I could help him find a system for his palace and maybe set the system up for him! I would be glad to! I need the blue prints for your house and what type system you want. He said when he gets back home he would send everything by e-mail and maybe we could do business.
Weeks went by, no e-mail. Then a large e-mail came with everything I had asked for. I looked it over, came up with some ideas, e-mailed him back with my proposals. He e-mailed me back, said that I needed to come over to see his place and start installing the system.
Weeks later I had purchased everything, booked a plane and was off to Dubai. A limo picked me up, in an hour we pulled up at this big palace, the Arab man from the show opened the limo door and showed me into a large living room. There were 2 women sitting on a rug in burkas waiting for us to sit down to talk things over. Omar the Arab man offered me a drink, introduced his wife Sasha and the other woman Hanna. We talked for a while then he said that I must need some sleep! He told Hanna to show me my room, make sure I was ok, to give me anything I needed. Hanna got up walked down this long hall, opened this big door and showed me into this great bedroom. She then said master is there anything you need! I said no, no, no, I am not your master! She said that in this country I was and she was here to serve me. I said thanks for showing me my room and I would see her later. She started to take her burka off, I said wait a minute Hanna! She continued to undress and wow what a pretty girl she was! Hanna what are you doing? My master said I was to make you happy and to take care of your needs. Hanna you do not have to stay here with me! You can go! She said that if she did not make me happy she would get in trouble with her master and be punished. She then said she would give me a great massage to help me get to sleep. Ok that will work! that way you will not get in trouble.
I went into the bath room, took my cloths off except for my tee shirt, under pants, wrapped a large towel around me and went back out to the bedroom. Hanna was down to her underwear, wow what a great body she had! I asked her how can a pretty Arab girl would have a name like Hanna.

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