”Ally put her leg down on the floor and leaned closer. “Call me a slut again and I'll suck your dick right now.”It could be dangerous letting he... suck my dick while I drive, but I am a guy. Looking into her deep blue eyes, I tried to sound like a snob with disdain for girls like her, “Slut!”“That does it!” Ally was impressed, and immediately lowered herself into my lap. She pulled my clothes out of the way and gobbled up my cock. Throbbing in Ally’s mouth became the focus of my attention as. "Okay. I'll think about it." The little whore's mouth gaped. "I'll talk to my mother. We'll figure it out. How about I buy a couple carafes?"The little whore and I stayed long enough to drink a glass of the rosé I bought. I bought the sketchpad from its owner. The charcoal was free. We headed home. Except for a blow job so she could sketch my erection we didn't make love. I modeled nude. She sketched. We talked. I told her about the City and my artist friends and the high school for artists in. Only the third story looked used at all.It only took an instant to realize that it was used to spy on our embassy by a variety of people, world powers when needed, local elements and even the Columbian government. All stressed governments wanted to know who their prominent citizens were talking to.Our government was no different but had taken it to a new level in the electronic age. Torture was no longer necessary to gather everything you wanted to know about anyone.The second volley of Molotov. * She peeked out from behind the curtain, waiting for her introduction. The crowd seemed...different, although she couldn't yet put her finger on why. There was an energy around the bar area, and she made a mental note to keep her eyes peeled in that direction when she made her way on to the stage. She smiled as the familiar music started, and started to make her way out between the heavy red curtains blocking her from view. * The music changed in the club, and he could feel everyone's.