I met the lady beforehand at a bar adjacent to the Hotel so that she could make an appraisal with enough time to decise if she liked me or not. It fel... a little bit like I was a prize heifer at a cattle market but, hey ho, if things did work out I was going to be well paid.I had been told a little about the client but the description didn't match reality. She was a rather stern-laced lady from London with her hair swept back and combed hard almost dominatrix style. She also wore a very tight,. My hard cock, now released, twanged like an arrow stuck in a tree.Inching forward, I ran my hands up her outer thighs as she grabbed my waist with her feet. She held onto the front of her gown, stopping me going any further, and obscuring my view. So, I ran my hands back down to her feet as I slowly pushed my twitching cock forward.As I felt the tip touch her, she reached inside her gown and grabbed me, steering me towards her waiting hole. Her cunt felt so smooth and wet as she rubbed my. “There’s a shower big enough for both of you off the master bedroom,” Barb said in equally flawless Czech. “And from the smell, you both can use it!” The two kids both grinned and scampered off, with Steve giving them a sendoff in flawless Czech as well.“Wait a stinking minute!” Karla exclaimed in English. “You two can’t speak Czech.”“Why not?” Barb asked with her eyes wide. “Is ... is it against the law... ? or something? I mean ... Golly! And you’re an officer in the Secret Police, too. Oh,. .."All the old conversational spins and turns don't work when the actors have these new faces, these exchanged roles. Even swapping the scripts can't help: both know who originated the lines. The conversation stalls, limps along with wider pauses, then stalls again and is not restarted.The stillness is made denser, more potent, as it is compressed by the normal sounds that surround it. You take it in with every breath, until it silences every thought but one: this was a mistake.The casual talk.