Even after what you did, I do not want to see you die at the vile bastard’s hands.”He chuckled softly, “Thank you, Davik, though I am certain th...t I do not deserve it. I will be talking to those in the seedier areas, acting as one looking to be hired muscle. He has been searching for the past few weeks for volunteers, ones with fighting experience to protect his interests here - and I hope at his base of operations. I figure I could get information that way and meet for a meal here to exchange. She fell off and banged her head really badly. Me and her husband walked her back to their hotel. I had a couple of ass grabs mid walk but nothing overly memorable other than putting her hand on my dick through my boardies.We got to the door of their room at the hotel and my mate realised that the room key was in her bag that we had cleverly left behind at the beach bar in all of the commotion. No major drama because it was with friends and we were going back as soon as she was safe.He. He did have one thing to his advantage, though. He just didn't know it.He was wide-hipped and carried a fat bottom, that every girl secretly envied him for. To him it was natural and never once thought of it as a sexual organ to entice a lover. After all, it was women who had the fat bottoms that people liked, not guys. He was not aware that men around him stole glances at his gender-defying derrière, imagining spreading open those fat cheeks, plunging their members deep inside and unloading. That didn't include the new watch, shoes, over coat and such.I tried to pay but all she would say was, "Dad would be very upset if you were allowed pay."The meals at the "villa" were first class. They were prepared by a staff of four in the kitchen and served by two waiters under the supervision of a real English butler. As I wondered at the opulence, I realized that Angela had been brought up with the proverbial golden spoon in her mouth. There was no way she would ever live in the style I was.