He sat there is a tailored double breasted suit - who the hell wears those nowadays - and looked me in the eye and said, "You can have any guy you wan..., but so long as we are both working at this client it'd be better for us to not get involved." When I told him I do what I want with whom I want, he just laughed and added, "Incidentally my contract ends next week, which hotel are you in?"I got pretty buzzed at dinner with him, so I was feeling no pain when he bottomed out his fist in my pussy. Crystal liked to do her laundry late at night. Her job had her work odd hours, so it wasn’t much of an inconvenience. She liked the laundry room in the basement. Old, crumbling brick, exposed rusty pipes, and odd stains on the floor. It felt like some mad scientist’s dungeon. The thought of some creepy old man. Forcing her to partake in his strange sexual experiments turned her on. In fact, the basement belonged to the old sanatorium. Long abandoned, it had been torn down to make way for her. This is a true account of a recent encounter at a ‘naturist spa’ where I discovered that I am certainly bi-curious.I arrived at the spa and had a quick shower before wandering around to see who else was there – as usual I was interested in either watching/joining in with a couple or meeting with a single lady. There were a few single ladies but they were being hounded by the gaggle of single men who follow their every move. There were two couples there sitting and chatting so I smiled said. He handed the weapons to each of them and could see some of the tension visibly drain out of them as they weighed the guns in their hands."Good, we have all used this weapon before. What magazines do they have?" asked Shafiq."They've got standard magazines in them plus a round in the chamber. Here, a spare mag for each of you too," replied Assam as he handed over the spare clips. "I can promise they are all well maintained and in good working order." Twenty-seven rounds each, if we need more.