So, head held high, shoulders back (and lowered), tummy in, chest out and let my hip-bones take the lead. I was in... and a glass of Prosecco later I ...ook in my surroundings. There was quite a crowd. A beautiful room. The fedora hat was some distance away, busy working the room. So this was Jenneke Janssen herself. She saw me and smiled. She turned to someone at her side and whispered something. The ‘someone’ came towards me. If there’s one thing that the Dutch excel at, it’s being tall.. Ana was wearing a very tiny green lime bikini; but she soon discovered mostly of women there were topless; so she took her top off immediately. I really loved seeing her nice round boobs exposed and I loved the idea that other men around could do the same. Late afternoon we got back to our room, to have a shower and get ready for dinner outside.Once at the lobby, another couple of guests mentioned a nice little club where locals used to go, where we could find one of the best bands that we had. Her hair is in pigtails and just a tiny touch of make-up. She certainly does know me. When she stops and does a little twirl I tell her, “You are just adorable, my pet.” Slipping into the car, she snuggles up against me. Dropping her hand into my lap. Not doing anything, just so she is resting on my cock. We spent the day shopping and just walking around town. I felt like a kid myself, she was fluttering around and teasing me now and then, I let her go, she is having so much fun just being free. His lungs aching and begging for air, Baltoh lunged forward and punched Amon in the face, sending the Master of Torture staggering back. Baltoh didn’t let up, he chased after the Demon and continued punching him with all of his strength. Struggling to stay on his feet, Amon could do nothing as his face was pummeled again and again by Baltoh’s callused fists, bloodying his nose and cracking different areas of his skull.As Baltoh took one step forward, the ground beneath him crumbled and he lost.