." last night...." she says" i meet my boyfriend at the party, we managed to get into a bedroom...i tried to copy what you do..he said i was far to r...ugh and it was shit.... he will dump me if i can't do it properly..."She looks at me...her face changes.."oh..you!" goes to put her knees down then stops..and raises them again this time turning more and placing her feet in each front corner."show me.." she commands , the duvet goes down my cock springs up..." you like the view naughty little. He wanted that connection that he feltwhen he came here and at the same time he wanted to remain apart. Butsometimes, like now, he was moved to go a little bit beyond that selfimposed boundary. He apologized for his rudeness and asked her what hername was since he hadn't asked. The woman smiled at him and told himthat there was not need to apologize. Most people who stopped by didn'tbother to trade names and she could tell that, until he had seen thatlittle baggie, that he was just a few. I felt Tasha shift and look down.“There’s blood,” she said. “Just a bit, but you have proof I was untouched.”“I didn’t need proof, Tasha. I was sure.”“Perhaps you should wash,” she said.“You don’t want to do it again?”“I said everything, Mishka. Go wash and you can have a special reward!”“You don’t have to, Tasha.”“Everything, Mishka. I want to do it. For you. All of it. Go wash so I can take you in my mouth.”She moved away a bit, and I got out of bed. I went into the bathroom and used a. It seemed that her mother had worked at every big stage in the city over the years. It was an older theater with few poor seats but less in total number than the newer theaters. It wasn't as ornate as some of the newer theaters yet it usually had a good play on the stage. It had fought a gradually losing battle with the huge, ornate movie theaters but somehow had remained open. This play wasn't a musical so some more seats were gained up front and fewer people were needed to produce it.Roger.