They wanted me to go to a gated society, and spend some time with a middle-aged woman for which I would be paid. I was apparently a member of some fri...ndship club. I was in a moral dilemma.I did not want to be a gigolo but then I needed the money desperately. Finally, I decided to dress up and check it out. After all, it was a strange city where no one knows me and I have nothing to lose. It was a posh society, with 5-6 towers each 20-25 floors high.I had the address where I needed to go to. My. During the winter I was in a 4 day exhibition in Budapest. I love Budapest … but not during winter time. I stayed in a very nice hotel overlooking Danube river. I usually go to Budapest 4-5 times a year, I have a lot of friends there so I can say that I always feel like home. Budapest is probably one of the best cities if you are searching for prostitutes … so since the moment I got there it was quite obvious for me that in one night, when I will be drunk, I will start calling for escorts.. You always get my heart going when you wear your suit. You look so sexy and handsome.”Their conversation was interrupted by the appearance of Wendy. Dan’s eyes lit up to the sight of his beautiful wife. The bright red dress she wore accented her figure with very deep cleavage and very short hem that will draw attention to her slender legs. Her strawberry blonde hair was groomed to perfection and she used only a hint of makeup. His nostrils flared to the scent of her exotic perfume.“Wow, look at. Give him a strong, handsome, important man to be his slave and the village would be saved. Marius offered himself. During those two years stoicism had been his refuge. He could only hope that someday the Scots would be defeated and he could go home. But best not to spend too much of himself on hope. It was not a hard life. They treated him like a pet. If he allowed it, he would have felt humiliation, but insofar as he allowed himself feelings, what he felt for his captors was mostly contempt.