I ain't no mutbafuckin joke, and I don't play with other folk k**s. Your mama should have swallowed your racist ass instead of giving birth. Pray to G...d that I never find out your real identity, because it's curtains for you faggot. Threatening my life, talking about what you're gonna do, when we both know that you ain't gonna do shit. Before I go any further, I'm gonna let y'all see the kind of shit this butch was posting to my profile. Like I say, he's claiming Florida, so if you know this. “Like to celebrate?”“I’ll have an orange juice,” she said, sinking into a chair alongside me. I signalled to the bar girl who came hurrying over breasts bouncing. She took my order and hurried back, buttocks bouncing equally.“Be nice to have some fresh meat,” I said.“Couldn’t agree more,” she replied. We smiled understandingly at each other.The bar girl came back. Valdi and I toasted each other. Then we chatted away for half an hour or so, mostly about our home country. Both of us were very. ‘I will need to learn to bite my lip,’ she said in a rather flirtatious manner. ‘No you need to relax when masturbating and let yourself go, in the fantasy you put yourself in,’ I stated. While we were talking, my hands had drifted to the small of her back. I let my fingertips creep just beneath her bikini pants waistband, so I just touched the top of her bum crack. Again no objection. I finished applying the lotion to her back and said, ‘All done. That will stop you burning.’ I patted. My name is David, but I’m Dave. So what is tonight likely to be like?’ ‘First, tell me one thing. Who approves you putting a bar charge on your expense account? Most business travelers are always asking me if we can include their bar tab on their restaurant bill. Who approves your expense account?’ ‘Well, I am somewhat lucky. The policy of my company is that when one of our managers is out of town, particularly on weekends, we understand that simply hanging around their motel room and watching.