"I just met your husband and the k**s. Anymore in the house?" I said. "No! Just one husband. Giggle!! We've been trying for more k**s. Those two are a...opted. My husband thinks its might fault we can't get pregnant. That why were selling the stuff under the tent." she said. "Oh! That to bad. Selling any of those heels? I have a small closet full of heels, for when girls stop bye." I said. She smiled. "That sounds fun. I do have a few over there, along with some outfits." she said. She pointed. Tonight's encounter would be with a man she knew as "Max" - according to his pictures, tight abs and a seven inch cock. Not that it really mattered. A cock was a cock. Encounter Nikita swallowed nervously as she approached the hotel door. Opening the door was always the hardest part. Once she entered the room, she knew that there wasn't any exit until the man waiting inside was finished with her. Still, her pussy quivered in excitement at what was to come. This was it. Nikita turned the handle. I walked up to the gate and walked onto the patio. I went into the store, and I looked around for a minute before I realized that there was no one else – including staff – visible at all in the store. I looked through some gear, some porn and a guy wearing boots, a harness and jock came out and said “We’re closed, man.” He seemed distracted and I noticed two guys in the dressing room. The two were fucking and the salesman had a huge hard on. He looked me over and said “Unless you know what you. " Yes, that's very important. We want to make sure that we don't antagonize the Iranian people whom we need if we are to succeed. How are our other plans going?" They are proceeding. We have the basic government here ready to move into the Motherland and take control upon the successful overthrow of the Devil's..."The aide never had a chance to finish what he was saying as a powerful explosion from the impact of a rocket propelled grenade rocked the cottage. The only survivor of the explosion.