“No Jackie. It is really hurting, like never before.” “That’s because I have never thrashed you like this before. I must have used t...e hairbrush a hundred times, and each time with maximum force. You are going to find it hard to sit down for days.” “I am so so sorry Jackie. Really I am. Really. Really. Really.” He just lay there, shoulders heaving, his bottom redder than I have ever seen it before, and I knew by tomorrow there would be heavy bruising. Still,. I wanted to ask something but he said sush.... don’t talk and think out loud to much... Hemoved slowly away from me... his wet cock left my body... I smelled our sex parfume and felt happy... He took his strong body with him, I could see him walk away to the bathroom... He came back in a split second with two glasses of Champaign and his wallet..’about the real’ he said. And he gave me a glass of Champaign. The real one from France.. i loved it. ‘Whores love Champaign’ and he smiled softly to. They all tried to prove themselves, but somehow that plain lonely woman in the corner booth managed to prove herself a hundred times more effectively than anyone else in the room.She smiled at me coyly and then I knew that nothing could make me turn around this time. I sat down opposite to her in the booth. We exchanged greetings and started talking. We started very carefully getting to know each other. I learned that her name was Amanda and that it was just her second time on the club. The. Gustav looked up and Erich was seized by a strong pang of desire the second their eyes met. Something in the stoic vulnerability of his grieving friend filled him with a profound sense of longing he couldn’t quite understand. A euphoric warmth spread through his body and an inexplicable force drew him to Gustav, just as it had done that night four days earlier. Only now it was stronger. Erich approached Gustav and reached up to stroke his cheek, but Gustav turned his head, recoiling slightly.