I was a thirsty man in a desert seeking an oasis.Advertised in a contact magazine bought in a seedy sex shop, I found out there was a ‘social event�...� at this club where the curious could mix with the experienced. As I approached the entrance, I almost turned back because of nerves. The atmosphere seemed welcoming and the staff were clearly experienced in allaying the fears of the uninitiated. It was different from the student bars, people were happy and smiley, everyone was much friendlier. It. I’m mesmerised looking into the crowd.Three young women have just entered. A brunette with flowing long hair looks over the wedding party until we fix eyes on each other. She has black 6 inch heels, black figurer hugging trousers and a red cashmere sweater. They head to the bar. Before they have a chance to order an obviously married man buys a round. These three know how to get drinks and get rid of unwanted attention.I still have a couple of numbers before our break. James pinches me back to. " she said in a strong Russian accent, "I am Ivanka, and you must be the Julie that Ziva told me about on the phone." Julie looked at the pretty Slavic face and guessed she was about 25 and was pleased to see there wasn't going to be a scene which was confirmed as Ivanka squatted with a knee either side of Julie's head. "Lick me" Ivanka ordered and Julie opened her mouth as Ivanka started to grind her pussy onto Julie's face. As Julie probed and licked Ivanka, Ziva did the same to Julie, until. The icy wind and the thick snow was blinding me, I stumbled and fell, slipped down the slope and bumped my right leg painfully into a rock. Of course it was madness to attempt this ascent alone and with minimal gear. Of course I knew that there was a good chance to die. Maybe it was an attempt at suicide, trying to tempt fate to reunite me with you. In the first year after you’d been gone, I had taken so many drugs that it was a miracle that I survived, until Simon interfered and got me to.