‘Yes,’ answered Margarethe. And you can have my bed, my strap-on, my lube, and you can fuck your brains out with the Belfast beauty rose, and I wi...h I could die, but I can’t, because I have to get my two little emotional cripples home, and I’m a fine fucking one to be talking about emotional cripples, I have as much shit in my head as any of you….Her thoughts stopped as she answered the question she barely heard. ‘Yes, we’re going on to Nat Palmer Land, we have enough fuel to get there and back. I had told them that there was 2 places we use to go andhave sex in the evenings and nights, and they would have 2 teamsmonitoring them.I got down to Nice again. Heinz hasn?t arrived yet, so I enjoyed beingthere. Heinz had left his Mercedes down here, and I drove it a lot.When he arrived, he was extremely glad to see me. I passed over thepapers and document I had, and the courrier left us.We had sex, not good sex, but sex.I told him that I could have his diplomatpassport ready for next time.He. It’s good to get out and do something as a couple and to take a break from the household responsibilities. ‘Well, here we are?’ I helped her off with her coat before taking our seats in the front row. I knew I had good seats, but I didn’t know they were this good. I acted as if I had expected we had front row seats. For a guy accustomed to having obstructed view seats or standing room only seats at sporting events, these seats were like sitting on the team bench on the fifty yard line. If only. She set her stuff down and walked directly over to me, grabbing me by the ear and pulling me to my feet."What did I say I was going to do if this happened again?"I hesitated, and she pulled my ear harder while using her other hand to swat me across the butt as though I were a disobedient child. "What did I say I was going to do?" She demanded. "Spank my ass..." Yep, and now you're going to find out, young man!"She pulled me by the ear to her bedroom where she sat down on the bed. "Put your.