What has the silly bitch done now?" sighed the Ambassador."She went to the Golden Palace yesterday, sir," continued the Chargé d'Affaires, "with an a...pointment to interview the Emir. When the driver returned to collect her he was told she had already left." What did their people say?" Their Foreign Advisor, that Ghada Baroud, said she had interviewed the Emir and that he was asked to find a seat on the next flight home for her. He also said he had arranged it and he can prove she has gone.". "Fuck!" exclaimed Violet"What is it hun?" Bruce asked from the bathroom.He had managed to get out of his boring boy clothes, had slipped into panties, pantyhose and a pink camisole. He was in the process of putting on some makeup."That fucker removed his profile." What? What does that mean?" Bruce asked."It means he's a chickenshit piece of shit. Worse than a sissy husband."Violet loved Bruce but had gotten accustomed to verbally abusing him. She didn't mean it most of the time but Bruce's face. Prachi’s hands were still around meeta’s neck as she stood very nervous. While on the other side of the bed both dimple and sweta were passionately kissing only in their panties. Both their bare breasts were pressed up against each other as their kissing got more intense, sweta began to caress dimple’s firm breasts. Dimple hesitantly but calmly cupped sweta’s ass cheeks and spanked her playfully. Sweta began to suck on dimple’s perky nipples as she started to slide dimple’s panties off. There. E' finita sempre male, sempre con lei che mi augurava le peggio cose e mi prendeva a schiaffi. Anche ieri sera, quando mi ha urlato: "SEI VERAMENTE INUTILE! CODARDO! SENZA PALLE! Vuoi veramente stare con me? Bene, DIMOSTRAMI che sei un uomo! Ci vediamo domattina, alla Porta d'Argento!"La Porta d'Argento, un locale notturno gotico, in cui non sono mai stato. Lei lo frequentava spesso, lei e tutti i suoi amici dark che si interessavano di quella roba strana, gotica appunto. Non ci sono mai.