.recently i was in vegas. i was traveling w/others & didn't have much privacy (not enough to get my gyrl on & go looking for trouble:) but i did have ...ime to stroll the strip where, of course, i met a hooker. she couldn't believe that i was roxxanna & i had to show her pics. she couldn't believe i was half girl & i made her feel up my tits... pinch my nipples... grab a handful of my ass... i mean... she was a hooker, but i'm different... i'm also a whore... i knew how to turn her on. most. I asked her about what she thought of the Berlusconi affair. She shrugged her shoulders, “He’s rich, he’s naughty, he’s Italian – what do they expect?”Once we had eaten and polished off most of the wine, Veronica said she wanted to do some more glamorous nude shots. I wasn’t going to argue with that. We did some more shots with her on the Featherstone chaise. As the shoot progressed the shots became less Vogue Italia and more Penthouse. All I could do was follow her lead and capture the action.. Hmmm.. I was suddenly not so sure about entering this one , But i thought i should anyways try , so i killed the engine, got out of the car and walked towards the club. 2 women were sitting behind a table , they were weirdly dressed though, they were wearing denims and a jacket which had the club logo on it. Something told me i was atleast at the right place.Anyways i went ahead. They looked at me for a minute , something told me they were surprised to see an indian guy here. so they asked what. He’d catch the first flight available to that destination, the city where his shoe factory operated. Before he left, he told me that given directions to his wife on how to manage the reunion and guests have a pleasant time during that week end. This is how I suddenly was sitting alone in the middle of a big hall in my friend’s house, and heard noises like somebody walking toward this place, and people chatting softly: I turned to see this people approaching to the hall coming from the.