“Ok, I won’t say a word. But what is in it for me?”. I thought about it a second and said, “I shall give you my pocket money”. He laughed, �...�You won’t have enough money to satisfy me. I want something else.”“What!”, I was curious. “I will fuck you like that black guy in the porn”, he said with lust in his eyes. I was confused as well as a little relieved. I stood there frozen by looking at his eyes.Uncle came near me and hugged me. He grabbed both ass cheeks and started kissing me. He was such a. ”“Is that your real name?”“Yeah, it is and tonight I will be your angel.”I knew she was lying but what the heck, she was very fluent in English and she had that sexy eloquence and style that any guy would love to listen to every day.“So, what do you do apart from this job?”“I work in a call center. So, are we going to talk like this or are we going to have some action, mister”I got up and pulled her over to my shoulders, walked to my bedroom and placed her nicely on the bed. And then I leaned. That vapid, human clothes-hanger thing didn’t really do it for me. I preferred my women with distinct and strong personalities, that assuredness of confidence was what really got me going. But even with all of that, I must say that the Jill Sander show was by far my favorite, even though I consider myself to be traditionalist and lean more toward the home-town hero, Giorgio Armani. The pieces in her collection were incredible and the girls who modeled them were just as awe-inspiring. The full. If that is the case, I approve -- you could have done MUCH worse." He paused, then: "Are you aware of how I came into wealth?" Uh, I think so," Nora replied. "Your uncle?"Armand nodded. "My uncle bequeathed his estate to me, despite the fact that he had two sons. Those sons -- my cousins -- were jackals; Uncle Nathan recognized that if he left his fortune to them, all that he had built would be lost before the birth of the next generation, most likely, let alone any possibility of there being.