‘Don’t even bother. You know full well what happened. Get me the surveillance tapes as well, I know you must have some, I can’t chance that ‘g...ing missing’. Give me the business card and I’ll see that only the bouncers get sacked for this.’ I stammered out, trying my hardest to stare into the eyes of what was now a dark hew against a grey background. She spoke to someone quickly on her phone and as a member of bar staff came out with the tape, passing it to me to tuck inside my jacket, I. I couldn't believe how lucky I was. I had a regular show in the convenience of my own room. I was bursting at the seams to tell someone, and it wasn't long before I invited my best friend over for the weekend. We had fooled around a bit over the years, jerking each other off while talking about girlfriends, etc. Nothing heavy, no anal, no kissing, just another hand (occasionally a mouth) on our cocks other then our own.We were hanging out in my room, sneaking a screwdrivers made from vodka. From the living area you could easily hear the screams of Patrick as Breeze violated him. It was hard not to take notice. “It’s hardly ten o’clock, why would he be leaving that early?” Pink asked, acting oblivious to the shouts from below. “Out of country, from what I have heard. Some heiress or something.” Lotus shrugged.“Man, they sure do like Brazilian boys, huh?”“Yep, lucky us.” “What do you mean?” Pink asked, glancing over at him.“We’re European, and in Europe. Clients here are used to our. Dann verschwand ihre Hand unter Slip und Strumpfhosezu ihrer Vagina. Erst z?rtlich streichelnd, dann immer direkter suchtensich Birgits zarte und kundige Finger den Weg direkt zu PetrasLustzentrum."Nicht", fl?sterte Petra noch abwehrend, aber schon ?berkam sie dieErregung, als Birgits erfahrene Hand den Eingang gefunden hatte."Nicht wehren, Liebes!", fl?sterte Birgit, als ihr Zeige- undMittelfinger erst den Kitzler sanft streichelte und dann in dieLustgrotte vorstie?. Immer schneller wurden.