The sun was already up and Ilse was moaning from discomfort. I was spooned up against my beautiful fiancée, but in my sleepy state, I didn’t realiz... what was going on.“Ahhh!” Ilse groaned again, with a loud voice.Well, that most certainly woke me up!“Are you okay?” I asked concerned, realizing, after the words had already left my lips, what a dumb question it really was.Of course, she wasn’t okay, she was going into labor you idiot!Ilse, however, was more forgiving and replied with a pained. The urge was overwhelming so I set aside a couple of hours every night directly after Julie and I made love to write.The other thing that kept coming to me was what to do about being ripped off the way I had been. Everybody who knew me kept telling me how unfair she had been to rip me off the way she had which gave me the impression that some action needed to be taken. Whatever I did would need to meet some criteria being that it had to be legal or reasonably legal, it could not involve. “You promise?”“Promise! Here, I’ll even record my terms.” Pulling my cellphone from my pocket, I started up video of my face and announced, “I, Marcus Cetan, do promise that I will delete every picture I have in my possession of Katyuska Naru,” I swapped the camera to her, standing awkwardly in the center of my living room, her white lingerie and pale skin matching the plush surroundings, “IF Katyuska Naru can make me cum in under 5 minutes from her mouth.”I watched her face closely and she. Harry decided she must be intelligent, recognizing his class and therefore not being a barfly who picked on guys who’d exchange $100 or even $600 for an inadequate romp. He wouldn’t ask her name which could make her interested in him. He’d stood when inviting her to sit, so her comment was inevitable, she being quite short: ‘God, you’re tall.’ She then diverted to suck down some fruity looking coconut-based concoction through a glass straw. ‘My mum used to stretch me on a medieval rack.