My name is Chris Morgan. I'm a university student from Soho. Is this the university? I don't think so. The last thing I remember is a girl crying. Why...was she crying? I broke up with her. That's right.I'm...I'm a dick. I break girls hearts for fun. I come on all smooth and charming, fuck them and dump them. It's a laugh riot. I call it the game. I don't remember a metal table in my games.I hear a metal door screech open. Someone walks into the room, closing the door with a clank. It sounds. As the day had gone on, he'd opened up, getting over some shyness, and was starting to pay me compliments which I was flattered to receive. He was a very attractive young man.We had some drinks in the bar before dinner, and a bottle of wine with our meal, and I was realising that Greg's familiarity with me was growing. To be flirted with, by him, was making me have thoughts that fifty something women probably shouldn't.Our chat went on over coffee, and I suggested we take it into the hotel. " Alissa said awkwardly."That's not enough. Come on! You can do better! I'm being nice to you!" I said with a little laughter.She sighed, sounding a little more comfortable with the situation. I pressed the record button, as the camera caught her beautiful body and a little of her face, no longer covered by her arms."I loved having sex with you, Mr. Cagliari.”"Oh, you did, pretty thing?" Yes. I'm your whore."I felt excited. Really excited. Her voice sounded adorable. I wished I didn't have to. They both went off for a while to the bathroom on the excuse they both needed to freshen up and from Fran’s body language I felt that she wanted to have a couple of words in private, so being the nosy bugger I am. I crept up the stairs and listened… ‘You mean you have never ever done oral, Fran, not even with your Fred when he was alive?’ ‘He didn’t approve, said it was unhygienic!’ ‘So is kissing’ said Ventura, ‘ but most of us indulge. Anyway you will adore it I promise Fran and Alex is so.