Neela...Nella, I was calling out. When I did finally regain consciousness I was momentarily blinded by a white light directly above me. I'm in a hosp...tal, I immediately thought, but I still could not move my arms or legs. My vision was somewhat blurred as I attempted to turn my head and looking around. It proved to a Herculean effort. Perhaps my neck was broken and moving it around was not the wisest thing to do. I lay there quietly and waited for the doctor or some attendant to arrive. . THE “BODY” IN ACTION – PARTYING AT CALIGULA’SThe little Jew jumped on the subject with spiteful relish, saying, “X met the round-heeled bitch at the LA suite of Penthouse Magazine, where she had been functioning as a greeter and escort for several months. As a Penthouse escort she was assigned to entertain a celebrity virtually every night, and take good care of their sexual needs.” Sneering, he added, “The Penthouse escort girls technically weren’t whores because they were paid a flat salary. Slowly it went in and out of me, just shallow strokes at first as I felt my slick insides coat every inch of his cock. Squeezing him tight harder and harder as the sensation drove me to rock my hips and wiggle as he impaled me. Eventually he pulled out until just a few inches including his tip was inside me then he pushed a bit harder and shoved it all inside me. I felt how wet my insides were as the air was forced from my insides and I suddenly had an air tight seal around his cock. I gave a. Sun, sea and….,” Etta giggled. “Hey less of that - there’s kids round,” Simon mockingly admonished her. I got up to go to the toilet, over at the other side of the bar. I got distracted by one of the locals for a few minutes on the way. He was asking whether I like eggs and chips because I was “English”.. Then I finally reached the toilet itself. When I opened the door, it was empty. I walked into one of the cubicles and undid my flies. I had just pulled my dick out from my trouser when I felt.