"Y'saw how little time it takesfor't to finish. We can leave in ten minutes, fifteen minutes tops." Look at the screen! He's dreaming or something!"On... of the women wearing super-high heels looked at the screen and shookher head in disgust. "That's not a dream; that's one of his sexfantasies."Alice asked, "What's wrong with fantasies? They help to relieve thepressure of reality. They're harmless fun!" Humph! You haven't seen HIS fantasies, then. He showed me some of hisdrawings. See that woman. They’re fucking!!! I couldn’t wait to catch them in the act. I parked my car across the street from my house. I walked into the backyard. I could hear rap music blasting from inside my house. I knew Ryan loved rap. I slowly turned the door knob. Thankfully, my mom did not lock the backdoor while I was away! I carefully made my way into the house. I did not hear any moaning, just rap music. I then thought to myself, “What if they are NOT fucking?!! That would suck!!” I turned the corner and was. "Aisha. Hi. What are you doing here??" Carlos Sanchez was puzzled."Hello Mr Sanchez" Aisha smiled.He was not only shocked that Aisha knew where he lived and was visiting him now in the evening but also the way she was dressed, apart from sounding as if she was flirting with him, playing with her long black hair.It wasn't only that Aisha wasn't wearing her hijab. She wore high heels, a red mini skirt, had red lipstick on,. powdered face and a thin black t-shirt that looked as if it was easy it. Looking much more sexy for you after a week - how about? It’s not cheap but she ensured me, the 3,000 Euros would be a very good investment and that she’d personally make sure, they’ll change me into walking wet dream.”“Wow, 3,000 for a week at a spa? That’s a lot.” I rested now on my arms half upright and watched her sparkling blue eyes.“Of course, it is, but the results will be stunning - she knows from her own experience. And she’ll accompany me. We already asked our boss for the next week.