Some work places have nurseries, other have smoking sections. Charles de Gaulle airport has a Praying Room. A place where those who believe in some re...igion may go to say a quick prayer, just as a smoker may go to the smoking section and get himself a fix (yes, I see tobacco as a drug), and just as us ‘normal’ human beings may go to the bathroom. We peeked into the prayer’s place. Apart from the hallway, that was full of shoes, there were 3 rooms, one for Islam, one for Christianity, and one. Carla did not know what to make. She had fucked and sucked some of those rich kids in High School but, had not been in touch since. They had money and Mr. Jensens son had been pretty smart in school. She wondered what he might be up to in college. He had been kind of a techno nerd. He liked toy trains and amateur radio when other guys were into cars and pop music starlets. The next day she took off from her regular office work and went to the hotel suite rented by Mr. Jensen. His son Ulvar was. Notthat that's bad - it's the most intense thing I've ever done and maybe mysexuality is feminine but my 'being' in the world is male?I didn't know. Fuck, I was confused and I just wanted to talk to Daddysome more about it, about what he wants, and what I want, and.... it wasso much more intense and emotional than I had expected, I need some timeto process everything. It's probably a good thing that he's going awayfor a week, to be honest.But I'll be damned if I'm not going to see him again,. ” Her eyes flickered. This was a dangerous game and she knew she couldn’t win. She also knew that she would play it out to the end.“Do you know why I am doing this?” She nodded.“Do you have any questions?” She shook her head no.“Are you afraid?” She nodded, barely. Her eyes moistened with resignation that she knew she was minutes away from her own death.I knelt between her legs and pulled her panties off. I put her thighs and my shoulders and buried my face in her sweet sex. I licked,.