”“Who?” Stefan demanded. Dieter was silent. “Are you going to condemn poor Ursula to having a bastard child and raising it without any help? I... that what you want for the poor girl?”Dieter sadly shook his head no.“Who fucked Ursula?” Stefan demanded.“Rudi,” Dieter answered quietly.“Rudi?” Stefan asked, now laughing. “Little Rudi with his small prick?”“Rudi Schmidt fucked Ursula,” Dieter repeated.“You’ve done the right thing reporting this,” Stefan said smugly. “Who knew little Rudi had this in. .'so buy a second hand car tell the Nigerian 'authorities' it was his wife's'. They found this was also above board and legitimate and made another very profitable deal.After this the Nigerians suggested they do it all again, but now this would be 'i*****l.' The Nigerians shrugged. Corruption was the way of life in Nigeria. They would have to grease a few palms, but it would not be a problem 'everyone was doing it, why not them.' By this time they had been in Nigeria for a few months and. He asked me about my fantasies and I told him several ones, and one among them was getting fucked by multiple strangers in a hotel. He stopped me on that and said that getting fucked by multiple strangers if close to possibilities. I asked him whether he was joking or was serious about it. He said he was serious and if I was serious then he can make this happen. I thought for a while and then said that I need to try this, and whether we will be doing this in this hotel itself.He laughed at my. Her 4.0 grade point average was only the tip of the iceberg. I don’t believe the child had ever had a grade below an ‘A’ in any class she had ever had. Besides her grades, this teenager had an impressive array of extracurricular activities and honors to add to her notable resume of accomplishments.Carl, my chauffeur, pulled the limo to a stop in front of the main entrance to Vista Tower. At 100 stories this towering structure was the flagship hotel in the worldwide chain of luxury.