"Don't worry ... this is just for your scrapbook. Laney wants every stepof our trip chronicled."I was even more alarmed to note that Tiffany had been ...ecording me with aFlip video. "Don't worry about that either," said Sandra. "That's for themultimedia part of the scrapbook, unless you get stupid." Smile and wave," said Tiffany. "Tell us your name and why you're buyinglingerie." I'm Mike Powers, and I'm buying lingerie because my wife, Laney, asked meto do so." That'll do for now," said. There was little I could do as Nina asked me for a sixty nine and I rarely refuse a reasonable request by a lady. Somehow the others managed to sort themselves out, dress and order their taxis to take them home. I expected to collapse exhausted when we got back home and some way we managed to stumble into the bathroom for a mutual shower, then dried each other off with giant towels. But my wife was still in the mood for more action. “You know every guy had me tonight, some even came back for. From then, we used to smile at each other. To see her, I often came out of my flat and roam here and there. Then we started talking and we exchanged some of our details.Then the actual story started. Her hubby was also working as a software engineer. He got a job in London. He has told her that he will go there first, settle down and then will bring her and the child to London. So she and her kid were staying in that flat. Once she invited me for a coffee to her flat.From then, we became bit. I fixed up my shirt and pants, making myself as neat and presentable as possible, going for the suave and stylish look.As we moved closer up in line, Natalie was just a few heads away from the door. The bouncer rejected two girls in front of us and, despite their crying, motioned for them to get out of line. We walked up to the woman."Name," she grunted.Natalie looked a little hesitant. "Umm... I'm not on the list. My name is, uhh..." Natalie said, stuttering.The bouncer sighed heavily. "Look.