So why don’t you go with him? I mean, at least some of the time. You make it sound like you don’t want to. I would think it was sort of exotic and...all,” asked Brenda.The drinks came, and Frank stared at the gigantic chocolate milk shakes that it looked like the other two would be drinking. Brenda sipped hers and squealed, “Yummy!” which earned her laughs from the others.The waitress left and Liz explained, “I did go on a few trips with him, way back when, but never again. It is nowhere near as. . he was leakin' like a sieve."In spite of everything, Margo found a smile. "Alright, is it Izzy?" He nodded. "Okay Izzy, I'll see to Nick first."The cart came to a stop before a pair of swinging doors. "Right through there, Doc," Izzy said, "last room on the right. Look for my partner, Joey, he'll be outside the door."Margo got out of the cart and walked through the swinging doors into the last thing she ever expected to see — a hospital emergency room, going full blast. Her attention was. I had never got an orgasm out of an anal fuck before, but for Ronie I would go for it one more time. I rubbed my wet, slippery labias and clit in time with his fucking. Even though I had kind of "lost control" just one minute into it and farted loudly, Ronie, like a trooper, kept at it until he blew his load in less than five minutes. I still did not get an orgasm. After he had recovered I tried to get closer to him with more intimate, probbing conversation"I would like to hear your opinion on. But this is also why you like this part of Frankfurt. It's kinda crappy, but it's less aseptic and boring than most German cities... or, at this point, most of the bigger European cities. Another reason to feel left out of the Luran fun.Anyway, you've got interviews planned with two promising journalists who work for your company... "Ahahaha" you hear yourself laugh in your whiny, high-pitched voice. "Promising journalists"? At i-Ballz Social Media Corp.? Yeah right.Nonetheless, you've read.