"Jetzt habe ich eine andere Aufgabe f?r dich" meinte sie. "Komm, Kleine, ab mit dir!" Sie gab ihr einen Klaps auf den Po, der geh?rig brannte.Dann lag...n sie im Bett. Christa kuschelte sich anfangs in ihre Arme, doch es dauerte nicht lange, bis sie mit dem Kopf zwischen ihren Beinen lag und ihre Zunge jene Liebesdienste leistete, die ihrer Herrin besonders gefielen."Weiter, meine Kleine, weiter!" dr?ngte sie immer erregter und zog an ihren Haaren. Tats?chlich, es wurde noch besser, wenn sie. "I was going to rob your place, but…" "But what?" "But then, I noticed you're a clown." "What? Do you have something against clowns?" "No, no. Actually, I love clowns. I always wanted to be one, I just…" "Well, you look pretty good for one." He chuckled. "Nice nose." "What?" Her hand flew up and her eyes crossed. She was still wearing the nose and gloves. "I kept them on you, thought it was funny." He chuckled again. "So what's your name anyway?" "Alison." Her cheeks blushed as she. Three gentle taps at the door announced her arrival and I swung into action. The consulate office had the paperwork ready when we arrived and with a few copies of vital documents and the hasty exchange of funds, Marta and Son were the proud owners of a Visa to accompany there passports. Another quick trip to the travel agency and I was assured that my return flight home would be accompanied. The remainder of the day was spent meeting her Mother who served up a fine traditional dinner, packing. At 2’ocock noon I knocked on their door to call them to lunch. I pushed the door in; it’d not been bolted from within. Now inside view was different, yet a bit odd. Dadu looked up at me, now with a bit fear in his eyes. I looked at them.My wife who was now lying on her back, covering her body with a bed-sheet, whereas her undone Shari which was lying on the floor in a heap. And that tacitly suggested she was totally naked under the bed-sheet! On the other hand, Dadu was also in same condition..