Dich w?rden sicher viele gern ficken, denn so dreckige wei?e Fotze kriegt man nicht leicht. Nur, viel Geld haben meiste nicht. Leben alle illegal hier...und m?ssen schauen, dass sie ?berleben. Was ist, willst du??, ein lauernder und gespannter Unterton schwang dabei in seiner Stimme mit. Wahrscheinlich konnte er sich meine Antwort schon denken.?Ist das dein Ernst, Leroy??, fragte ich ihn und f?hlte mein Herz schneller schlagen.?Ja, meine das ernst. Werd f?r M?nner sorgen, aber daf?r ich bekomme. " "It sounds as if being a writer is a good job -- for a guy, anyway." Danny laughed: "There's no such thing as good and bad for us. That's a real life thing -- we're only the reflections in a mirror. Writers don't really exist: we're just figments of our own imagination." He was weird -- really weird. "So you don't believe you're real, right?" "Oh, we play our roles in the story. The difference between us and everybody else is that we know it's only a story and we know when the time has come. I'd managed to get out before handing over my life savings in the hope of a discrete handjob that was never going to arrive. So I was walking down the street, in a slightly seedy part of town, horny and frustrated, and slightly pissed off.I saw a girl walking by herself, pulling a small rolling suitcase behind her. Heading home from a trip, perhaps? I decided to have some fun. I slowly caught up with her and walked beside her for a few steps.'Hey'She looked at me for a second.'You wanna make. She said how dare you to talk to me with these dirty stuff get out of this place . I went off immediately , next whenever she used to serve me or handle coffee I used to her and look at her boobs she is noticing all these but cant tell to anyone as she took money andNow the luck favoured me as my parents are going out of town and would be coming in the next two days so I tried to seduce her and succeed her, the day when my parents went off my maid came to work normally I thought to seduce her.