John is a short, slightly fat college buddy of mine who has no real innate talents aside from complaining. Below average intelligence coupled with a b...low average work drive: the only reason he’s in college right now at all is because of his dad’s pushing. He’s barely passing classes that I myself tested out of easily… but we can’t all be geniuses can we?“Anybody want a coke?” asks Danny, holding out a silver can while he bends over into the fridge.Danny is skinny, entirely un-athletic, and has. She got me into that mood. I was wondering if I should or not and I did. I slapped her right across her face and told her to get down on her feet bitch. She screamed and was shocked and also obeyed. She got on her knees and I shoved my cock in that small mouth of hers. I grabbed her by her hair and just face fucked her. I can see the tears from her eyes. I got really hardcore on her. I wanted this bitch to feel the power in my cock all over her body. It was a fantasy and she loved every bit of. No matter how much fuck I get, there is never fucking enough fuck for me, so I`m fucking paying prostitutes for fuck. Sometimes I fucking think I`ve became some kind of a fuck maniac. I am surprised I haven`t contacted some fucking venereal disease yet, since I fucking love a prostitute sucking my fucking cock without a fucking condom and then cuming in her fucking mouth, on her fucking face or on her stockings fucking legs. I found a fucking prostitute that had unprotected anal fuck with me. I think.”“I bring two proposals, both better than the American’s.”Two?“I’m listening.Briefly, Mr. John Jons bullet-pointed the British followed by the French offers, leaving two USBs behind. I didn’t know how good his stealth was but I didn’t See him get caught on the way out.He was right, both were better. Less money, but more freedom. The Brit one worried me. I thought that a lot of hours were implied where the French one wasn’t worded that way, at least by his verbal overview.My street and.