The Police don't know whose fingerprints were on the photos yet, but they will be calling on you. Unless..."Bob started. "How d'you know they're mine?... Steven talked. Explain why you're trying to destroy my marriage and even kill me. I did nothing to you. I was with Claire long before you came on the scene." It's not me," he said."That's a load of shite!" Mike barked. "Your fingerprints!" No," Bob said hastily, "not me, Gary." He's doing time," said Tom. "Try another lie."Bob became animated.. “Because… I don’t ever want you to see me looking frightful,” Her voice dripped sarcasm as she turned her head and kissed him. The two separated and jumped into the shower, Mike sealing the curtain against the wall just to be sure. When the water touched Zoë she sighed, letting the heat relax her. She spun after enjoying the flow for a minute, looking back at Mike. He had watched her through the thin wisps of steam, the sight of her body glistening wet making his cock rise faster than it ever. His friends tastes had always verged on the obscene. The front of the whore house was littered with stone statues, exquisitely carved women with round asses, full breasts and open mouths were crowded around a grotesque rendering of Hades, Greek God of the Underworld. His large stone head was thrown back to the sky in rapture, a stone woman was at his feet, her ass high in the air, her lips eternally circling the head of his cock. Near her knees were two more stone women, one with her face. Zuletzt musste ich immer mindestens 100 Euro dafür hinlegen und habe aus Not auch mal hässliche alte fette Nutten gefickt. Dann kam Corona. Eine bittere Zeit ohne Chance auf Sex. In Frankfurt hoffte ich dass sich im Bahnhofsviertel was ergibt. Wie erwartet, alle Bordelle zu und Ordungsamt und Polizei die Streife fuhren. Bald bot sich eine Bosnierin an, die erkannte was ich suchte. Für 30 Euro bot sie mir Sex an. Sie war durchaus gepflegt, aber einfach nicht mein Typ. Ich liess sie abblitzen..