Only I went through something forwards, backwards, sideways and inside out all at the same time. There was a single moment in time when I felt, flat a... a shadow, or smaller than an atom, or ... something. Even today I cannot find words to describe it. The apprehension I felt inside my bubble of calm reminds me of something I read by D.H. Lawrence."Are you willing to be sponged out, erased, canceled, made nothing? Are you willing to be made nothing? Dipped into oblivion?"When my consciousness. This was supposed to a "professional" visit to the kind of a scene I might be doing, and later, arranging, in Los Angeles. I was very confident, in my life, I hadn't had to deal with much adversity, so I often went into new situations with, what seems to me now, an absurd sense of confidence. What could go wrong? or more like that Alfred E. Nueman character we all grew up with: "What, me worry?"I got DP fucked at the party three times. I'm not sure it was six different men, one of them might. I knew it ment that devon was on a call. I was kinda bored so…I picked it up.“Daniel, very funny.”“haha what mr. C?”“you know what. The secretary you got me, shes very friendly and quite flirtacious”“so?”“so…I think shes hitting on me” my boss said nervously“boohoo. A sexy young woman is flirting with you, dude just play it cool, she’s a lot of fun. Trust me”“so what am I suppose to do? Her full lips, big breasts, beautiful thighs, and round ass is quite distracting to say the least.”“so just. "ME 'FUCK' YOU, LONG TIME..." Ngoc reassured Sonya. She reached under the woman's uniform skirt."YOU DELICIOUS BITCH!" Sonya gasped. The prostitute menaced the servicewoman's labia with her finger."... FUCKING SOLDIER-GIRL SLUT!"Ngoc teased at the American woman's 'pussy-lips' with the very tip of her finger. Sonya closed her eyes and thrust her hips forward, forcing the prostitute's finger into her 'pussy'... "YOU LIKE IT, ME THINK!" Ngoc whispered, violating Sonya's 'pussy' with her finger..