"We're gonna be playing on the first night and on the last night as well. That's one gig on Thursday and a second on Monday." For double the fee?" And...ea wondered."Not quite," admitted Crystal, "But it's a better deal than we were expecting."The Sisterhood Women's Music Festival was no Glastonbury, no Woodstock, no Reading, no Womad, nor even the kind of free festival that used to be put on by local authorities in Central London to show how hip the borough councillors still were. It was held in. First one glorious foot , then the other , rubbing , kneading , massaging , & mewing like some a****l that's in heat , because that's how my DADDY makes me feel , whenever HE allows me the privilege of serving him, I only feel whole in those times , I NEED HIM to USE me , ABUSE me , I only feel worth then! HE'S MY EVERYTHING , MY GOD! "YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS" "Take my socks off BITCH , & KISS MY FEET , show all these boys how you will do ANYTHING for MY COCK!" "You LOVE MY COCK don't you BOI?". I could send a message to Victor’s phone, telling him the address of that bar and begging him to hurry up as much as he could to pick me up…But I knew it could take him at least three hours until he could be there…Then I returned to the bar.I was going to have to wait there some time; so, I could take a drink…The bartender poured me a nice margarita, as I sat down at the bar.The place wasn’t so bad; even though I felt exposed in my wet clothes.After a third margarita, I started to feel a little. My hands explored his body, pushing and caressing his full figure -- his belly pushing out on his shirt, filling the space and his strong chest -- I could feel his nipples through his shirt, large, plump and erect. I wanted him to have me. His hands were soft and forceful all at the same time all over my torso and stroking my hair. Just as I knew I would have to make love to this man, he pulled away and said in his German accent: "I will meet you at your hotel tomorrow evening. You will be.