' We shook hands cautiously.'I am Ilona. Are you the man who has been helping Elena and her sister? Elena has told me that you are her boyfriend.' I g...lped. As I went through an edited version of the story in deliberately rapid Spanish she began to look more sympathetic.'I didn't think Elena's version of events was completely convincing. You realise she's very dependent on your approval?' Elena was concentrating on what we were saying but her face said she wasn't following it.'To the point. I figure I can make some money with her sick and perverted pussy. Hey she's a cunt and a whore! Why not make money and have fun watch her get used?She had been pissed lately. Not from thinking out new ways to torture the bich cunt. I wanted to do something sick and nasty to her. I started to walk around the mall. I got an idea? sick and fucking nasty. If the cunt wanted to be used. Well she will???After 2 hours of walking the mall my plan was set. Miem looked out the window as I pulled up. She. “I suppose that not every scenario will end like that, hopefully a lot more do! Well, actually, I can now give specific commands to husbands and wives, in case some sparks of jealousy still happen, to simply join the action. I can also issue orders to the straying spouse or girlfriend or boyfriend or whatever and the companions found with them to welcome it! While it not might be as necessary as in the past, it certainly wouldn’t hurt. Imagine the divorces that I could prevent! The breakups,. Also why give yourself a bad name? God she was bored. She hadn’t found work since returning home fifteen months ago. No sex was a worry. What was happening? Had she lost her sex appeal overnight or had half the city’s eligible males turned gay? ‘Enjoy,’ said the surly waitress, dropping the coffee in front of Mandy. Liquid sloshed into the saucer. ‘I’ll get your another coffee.’ ‘Don’t bother,’ Mandy sighed. ‘I don’t drink coffee here,’ said the waitress with a knowing smile. What the hell did.