After everything was loaded and we were walking out the door the asshole stood there with a couple of his friends and a smirk on his face and asked me...if I had anything to say. I turned around and seeing that smirk my blood started to boil and suddenly I was tired of being a victim. “Just this” I replied “and then I kicked him so hard in the nuts that he’ll never have kids again.” “Then I walked to him as he was laying on the ground puking his guts out and told him that if I ever saw him again. "Are you going to fuck her?" he asked me with shock in his voice.I hadn't even thought about that, but it was a good idea. It was a better idea than jerking myself off into her panties, I just didn't know if I could screw her with my two friends there. Plus, while Lyndsey would never know that we had sucked her tits and licked her pussy when she woke up, she might know that she had been screwed if we fucked her. Surely she would notice cum leaking out of her when she came around. What about if. And in that land women were also different; born as they were into a culture of relative equality a peasant girl of Samira’s stature could only envy. An equality ensuring they did not have to bridge the same kind of gap between the sexes - even if it did have the less desirable effect of dulling their female wiles when it came to the management of their male counterparts.That ?Equality?, as it turned out, had proved an unhappy development for the businessman from the West. This ?Dulling? of. " She leaned over and kissed him."I've got to get to work. I'll see you when I get home." It was Johnny's one night off at the cabaret.She grabbed her coat and as she closed the door behind her she was already thinking of ways to ensnare the gambler who held the key to their future.It was almost five in the afternoon before she saw Vito. She'd been going over and over different plans since she'd come to work and had finally decided to play it fairly straight, hoping that the man's desire for.