Maybe it was the best thing in my life. When I realized that I did not accept the face, I told him how sweetly I could forgive myself, for the time th...t I had been waiting for, maybe because I had to do something after Dersten, and I was surprised to know what Nursel meant ... because he thought he was forced to do something new and then walked to the girls.I went to the male toilet and tried to calm the cobra, I slapped a little, went home, went home and I met the girl, I told her I had not. " she asked.I thrust again, again the resistance, she cried out, I cried out and again, she cried with pain and I did too my tears mingling with hers and then I gave up and collapsed upon her."Once more, just once!" I promised, and I rose up and pounded down and yet up inside her, she screamed and suddenly I was inside slipping an inch inside her the resistance gone, just glorious virgin flesh as yet unsullied, so soft and warm yet tight and eager."Oh that is paradise, truly I have found. “are you ok”She smiled “yes sir, I am fine if you are”“I am Maisie, my shoulders are a bit sore but other than that I’m ok”“Should I massage them, Sir?”I was taken aback and still wondering what’s come over her “That would be nice Maisie”She walked behind me and began to massage my shoulders for me“Mmmm, that feels good”She carried on and it really did feel great“Maisie, why are so keen on pleasing me?”“I’m yours sir. Pleasing you is my only goal.”I begun to think this was a trick then my mind. I looked at her, wondering what she wanted. Not that I minded. Pretty lady wants to flag me, it’s definitely not a problem. I looked at her and she asked me if I was okay. Her voice had a slight trace of a French accent in it. I smiled, and asked her if she was Haitian. The young lady smiled, and asked me how I knew. I smiled and shrugged, then introduced myself. Clarence Pierre Romans. Proud Bostonian. As Haitian-American as rice and beans dipped in burrito sauce. She shook my hand, smiled and.