" Harry, old chap, we are so glad to have you back in Venice. Long time away, you old bugger. Meet me at the usual place, my dear fellow at midnight t...night. Do Zaftra."I recognized my old friend Harold Simon whom I had assumed had met his maker a long time ago. Probably, he was thinking the exact same thought about me and understandably so.The "usual place" had to be "Harry's Bar" a cozy little hideaway that was not named after me at all. At least, I didn't think so.I checked my Belgrade. It was more of pleasure than pain. I started with slow and steady strokes so that the condom gets adjusted on my cock. I stopped for a few seconds, pulled my cock out, and rammed it into her. This time she let out a loud moan as she had to adjust to the sudden movement.I could feel the head of my cock going numb. I started to fuck her in a rhythmic pace, with the chap-chap sound of our legs banging. It was neither too slow nor too fast. I could feel the slow build of orgasm in me.I continued at. A. who was the least bit concerned with public opinion buying the argument that it was intended to be educational, let alone therapeutic. Do Barb and Josh honestly think that will fly if they’re ever called to answer for it?While Kenny, seeing it from the inside, could theoretically appreciate the value of something like this, the idea of actually doing it weighed heavily on his conscience. What was it Barb had asked him on that first day? Did he adhere to a conservative moral code when it came. According to the dried mud on my skin and the pine needles in my hair. I should go and get a shower, clean myself up a bit.So, I went through the door, only to realise, I had no clue where the bathroom was. And not only the bathroom. This mansion was big, I had never been inside before. I was standing in a hall, stone floor, way too many doors and quite gloomy. Vaguely I remembered turning right after entering, so I turned left. The easiest thing seemed to be leave, get back to the bungalow and.