Als we bij eenvolgend congres weer iemand nodig hebben, zal ik jouw naam wel latenvallen.''Oh..., erg graag. Dank u wel mevrouw.''Dus misschien tot zi...ns. Dag Lucien.''Ja mevrouw. Dank u wel voor alles en tot ziens.'Als ik terugkom bij mijn balie om mijn koffer op te halen, staat meneervan Lero te wachten.'Hallo, Lucien. Heb je nog gebeld met je ouders?''Nee..., ik heb het te druk gehad. En ik zag u niet meer. Ik was bangdat het niet door zou gaan.''In de hal is een telefooncel, bel dan nog. He sat back in his chair, thinking whether to go for it or not. After a few seconds of silent thought, he decided to go for it. Suddenly, an idea struck him. What if it was the kind of bra which had clasps in the front ? He decided to check it out.He slowly placed his fingers between her breasts and felt the strap holding the cups. His fingers felt the metallic clasp, as his heart leaped with joy. He couldn’t imagine his luck. He slowly placed his fingers under the clasp and with his thumb,. It was a release of pure want, a final giving in to my own sense of morals and reluctance. The kiss was all lips and tongue and teeth...the first time you or I had ever kissed another woman. It was sensual...the lingering feeling of you being dragged to me was hanging heavily in the air, lighting fires that burned for other passions to come.I pulled your shirt up a bit and began to caress your belly, I ran my fingers slowly over your supple skin...you were hot to the touch, wanting more. I. ‘Our regular Gay stud is away for a couple days. You’ll do your first movie with him when he’s back. As soon as he approves the script.’ ‘Script?’ I repeated as we came to a large brown door. (You people use a script? And all this time I thought you just jumped in and did your own thing! Who the fuck knew?) The door had a red bulb over the top of it with the word ‘RECORDING’ next to it in both English and some other language (Turkish?) under that. Perhaps I should be trying to learn Turkish.