"Thoughful c***d... improved effort... detailed knowledge of... blah blah blah."She couldn't stop her mind from wandering back to the previous night. ...gainst common sense, her friend Karen had persuaded her to come out."It'll be wicked, Hels, promise!"Wicked was right, thought Helen with a smile.They'd gone to a flash bar in the city centre: blue lighting, glass walls encasing flowing water. Karen wasted no time in setting up shop at the bar; and before they knew it, two handsome guys were. ‘Roll down your window and have them make an escort for us.’ The driver nods and begins doing so when suddenly the four figures stop short and raise the MP5s. Before the driver or Prime Minister have time to comprehend what is about to happen the four figure ravish the vehicle. * ANTON KOCBEK, PRIME MINISTER OF SLOVENIA, sits at his desk with his pants dropped to his ankles and his secretary sitting down between his legs. It is not the first time she has been in this position and certainly not. “It's okay,” I say.-“You found Miss Doll this morning?” I say as Aron sits down.“Yeah.”“What did you go up there for?”“Breakfast. She wanted an early breakfast. I knocked on her door but she didn't open so I walked in. And then I saw that she was dead.”“Right away?”“Yeah.”“You also went to her room last night?”“Yeah.”“Word is you had some kind of an... infatuation with her?”“No I didn't. She's just some old chick who used to be famous. I went there to ask for her autograph, that's all. I. His cock is out of his pants and he is masturbating and rubbing his cock on Murielle’s right leg. I am shocked, stunned, KO. Murielle gently pushes back the man’s head who slowly gets up looking to her. What’s happening between them? He looks at me too, but stealthily. Murielle turns her head towards the bartender who now started groping her breasts. She does not care and does not react at all. A contrary, she likes it. On my side, since a few minutes I do not move, I'm paralyzed; I feel that.