I step into the light of the hall way and wonder if he will be pleased with me.Out on the street I can see the cars flying past unaware of the things ... have planned though I feel as if every eye is on me. Labeling me, knowing what I am. I light a cigarette, a feeble attempt at calming myself as I watch my hands shake more and more with each drag. Walking slowly as possible I wander into the bar, scanning the room I see the regular faces. The owners great me, puzzled as they know I am not a. .. I just wish he had seen it and respected you for it. I would have enjoyed every minute he had with you, and would never let you go so easily..."Me: "Somehow it always comes to the good old fact that good guys come last. And I am always last."Hassan: "Just because you picked the wrong guy this time, doesn't mean it will always be like this."Me: "Well, what will it be like then?"Hassan moved his face closer to mine. His beautiful thick beard and his wonderful mysterious eyes were closer than. The boys had told me it was good for calming the cow while it went through the milking process. Frans led me into the first stall and stopped me several feet from the open railing. I couldn’t believe he intended to have my head trapped inside it like the cows and was relieved when he closed the rail. He took my hands and put them on the top of the railing, then pressed his hand into my stomach, asking me to bend over and place my forehead on top of my hands. He nudged my feet back with his. I watch her for a short while. Time could end now I wouldn’t mind.Something within urges me on now, her legs have moved higher, her hands slide down my back to grip my buttocks, nails dig in forcing me deeper into her. My breathing quickens to match hers and I emit a low grunt, her hands move now traversing my back up to my shoulders where once again the nails seek purchase. She buries her head into my neck and bites me. She moves beneath me, back arching, perfect arse grinding in the dirt. We.