Alexander was your twenty-nine old sugar daddy, he was the richest in the country. He had a black card and everything. He was sitting in a chair, shirtless, with a wine glass in hand, stroking the glass. He sipped it gently, when you got out of the bathroom in a robe and nothing underneath.

You wanted the new iPhone, so you had to give him a nice view first, you say in his lap, removing your robe.

"Damn you, girl." He cursed, giving you his black card and devouring your neck.