Is she a prostitute?" Is that what you think she is?" said Oscar with a teasing smile. "Have you got anything against prostitution?" Not per se," Kare... replied. "But if we're having sex together, the four of us, I'm not sure I was expecting to have to share you with a prostitute." Relax," said Oscar. "Olga's not a prostitute." So, is she your girlfriend?" Sort of," said Oscar. "But she's not the only one. And I suspect that she's not after me for my looks alone..."Karen nodded. Oscar had a bit. "Are you David?" Yes sir, I am," and we shook hands.His grip was exactly what I'd expect from a man of his size. He must have been about six feet four, he certainly towered above me."Your friend Peter speaks very highly of you," he said as we took our seats in the bar."He's always been prone to telling lies, sir," I grinned.He laughed too and said, "That's exactly what he told me you'd say and stop calling me bloody sir. It's Steve."Over the next hour or so, he outlined his problem to me. He. It was deep and I was ready to sink into the hot water. As my friend set up the lighting I began filling the tub with water. The sound of the rushing water filled the large room, and I found myself staring at the bed, wondering how he would take me first. I always try to get my ass in the air at the edge of the bed before he can even make his own plans. I want him to fuck me so badly, to pop this overwhelming longing. I slowly look back at him and he is hard, twisting the legs of the tripod. "But, Johannes, I fail to see how this in an important development. We have no other new information." He looked sharply at Johannes."Yes. Well sir, there are several other things. When I reviewed the file some time ago, I noticed that the wife of the deceased was a woman I know. We have been friends for the past two or three years and see one another when she is in Geneva on business. So, I sort of had an interest in that one. That's why it got my attention." I presume there is some other.