And about the funny slave bikinis we would wear for the auction itself. About how the guys would be yelling and screaming and cracking jokes and singi...g BTS songs and would be using some rough language which we should ignore since it was for charity and really all in good fun to begin with. And that we shouldn’t worry about what the other girls were doing or how they looked cause it totally wasn’t a competition among us, that we should just focus on our men, making them happy. And not to worry. Fry was fluent in Farsi, but was not familiar with German. He needed to communicate clearly with his international counterparts and Homeland Security had come through with just the sort of person to whom both Fry and the Germans could relate. Gretchen Holtz was a tall blonde with obvious Nordic heritage. A woman of restrained good looks, she dressed professionally in a conservative suit with moderate heels. Fry speculated that she might be a world of fun when she was off-duty, but on-duty she. He put his hand into his pocket and got his phone out. "What you want nigga?" I asked again impatiently and annoyed because he was wasting my time texting others. "Here you go son, have a look," He said and handed me his video phone. I wanted to say what but when he showed me a video of him fucking some chick, I looked at it in confusion. Then I saw to my horror that he was fucking Sasha! My cheating, crack-whore ex-girlfriend. And she was loving that dick too. I was beginning to feel rage. I was kind of nervous about talking to your friend, Lin Tao, though. When he showed me through the kitchen to the hallway and pointed up those stairs, I was starting to get concerned. But I'm here and I see what the whole purpose for the secrecy was. "Yes, it is difficult to meet in a place where we can't be spotted these days. Here if anyone was following you, they would think you just went in for lunch or something. I came in another way on the next street over." "Very clever. Anyway, here is.