I only told her the first part.She said that my accent told her I was a foreigner, so I must either be adventurous or bored to hell."A little bit of b...th."She giggled not losing too much breath."Ädventurous people are often bored between adventures."People walked by, some lugging luggage.She took my hand leading it to her thigh."Feel free to go anywhere you like." She let her hand go.There seemed to be light at the end of my hangover -tunnel and I decided to tease her to death. My fingers. Then call me Donjeta -- not ma'am. I'm pleased to meet you Polycaste."She lowered her head. I went on."But see, Polycaste, I'm a horsewoman of the steppe. I ride on the wind and sleep beneath the open sky. I don't need help bathing." Oh."Her eyes dropped. She backed away, as if to leave. I didn't want her to leave."Don't leave Polycaste. In fact, why don't you join me?"She paused. Her eyes got big."Would you like that, sweet Polycaste?"I took her hand, leading her to the basin."Yes ma'am -- I. M., till twelve a.m., daily. The entrance was seedy, and I was informed that there was only one theatre. I purchased an admission ticket, and passing through curtains found myself at the back of the auditorium. On the screen, a big guy was thumping his large cock into a busty blond. At a quick glance, there appeared to be around one hundred seats. Being the only person in the place, I selected a seat on the right aisle, two thirds up from the screen. After a few minutes I observed a ray of. Plunder seemed to be the appropriate word, as she pushed her tongue on hard and wiggled it about.Megan's actions had me sighing and getting quite a stiffy. Her tongue disappeared momentarily while I heard some rather loud, slurping noises. Initially, it felt like her tongue was back at work, but I quickly realized that she had changed to a finger, just as I did with her. She had plenty of lubrication, so it was easy going, and it felt magical. Once she got a good rhythm going, her tongue.