I held her at arms length until wecame to terms. I watched her warily after that, and when she pulled outthe breast forms, company or no company, I th...eatened to walk out.."These are temporary!" she insisted, holding a quivering mass in eachhand. "They come off with solvent. Don't be a wuss! I don't think we'veever had a client like you. Besides, they aren't cheap, and they'realready paid for." Well ... all right -- damn it!"I agreed because I hated being called a wuss, but, in truth, I. I'mnot even going to tout any pictures out tonight - that can wait. Myprick is the priority. Let's go.You've been patient. Not long now until you read the dirty stuff,spying on my world like you're reading a tabloid story, so why notcome with me on this journey while Truth finds some celebratory pussy?Let's go.Prague, Czech Republic, 2013Here's a word of Truth if you're in any strange city. Taxi driversalways know where the best prostitutes hang out."Where can I find a girl, a girl to have some. I told myself to stand up and tell Jeri thatI wasn't gay, to stop all this nonsense, that I had work to do, that hewas ruining our friendship, that...that...but instead I stared,hypnotized, at his round, firm, muscular ass which was practically inmy face, and I knew that I had no choice, none at all, I had to touchit. I slowly reached out and stroked the outside edge, then become abit bolder and ran my hand over the central part and down to his upperthighs, then back up again. Ohhh...I didn't. Almost immediately, Nadia’s pussy gushed a lot of fluid, shooting onto the dashboard and even the inside of the windshield. He smiled.Now doing about 75 miles an hour, things leveled off a bit, but now commuters, mostly truckers, had taken notice of the small convertible with Nadia flailing around in a sex harness and screaming while her tits and nipples got rock hard from the jolts of electricity and the cold morning air. As they passed each semi trailer, the truckers honked their horns in.