.. and now what make her silent ...)I stop Her ..... and ask ... Hey , Pooja Ji, am sorry for delay and for keep you waiting you need not to come agai... , I will send Ramu Kaka to your home to make you the payment given by my Mother.... If this thing hurt you and don't say any thing to Mom otherwise she will berate me and Ramu Kaka .....Then she reply very slowly ...... No, no ... Samir Ji .... there is nothing like this..( In mean time I ask her to come in first if have some more time and rush. I thought about going along to try to help out but decided Terry was in no danger, other than getting his crank greased, and I really didn't want to go. The Annabella Haus was a Gasthaus on the ground floor and a brothel upstairs. It was a normal Gasthaus except for the porno movies playing to encourage the customers to use the upstairs facilities. Like the rest of the civilized world brothels in Germany are legal. I think it was Saint Augustine who said, close the brothels and you'll destroy. My vibe was still there, but he must have seen it when he took the journal.Then another, even more, frightening thought entered my head, and I looked under my bed again and pulled out a small suitcase that I had stored all my sex toys and Dom/sub things in all these years. The lock to the suitcase had been broken open and nothing seemed to be missing, but it was obvious that someone had opened it and looked to see what I had been hiding.I was devastated. I dropped to the floor and sat there. He told me that it was the best he had ever had, I guessed he meant blow job, but he might have meant my docking and cleaning his head. He then had to get back to work (much as I would have liked to have him stay for another round!), and he quickly pulled up his pants, tucking away that very precious package that I will always remember. (Could it have been as good in reality as in my memory? It must have!) He kind of rubbed my head with affection, told me he would check me out later, and left..