That I have a boyfriend which he replied *your boyfriend cheating on you all the time in the shisha bars I have to fix up* I was shocked that he knew ...here my boyfriend at the time worked at this point I dint know why I chose to believe him but knowing my boyfriend and his friends I can tell they've had fun with white girls in Shoreditch.I told him that I can't cause my family is coming soon, he then said that he will get a hotel room for us, I agreed and gave him my number and told him to call. I was more winded than hurt but my orgasm was still in full swing. I lay there as the orgasm finished its cycle then I looked up to see both workmen looking down on me.“Are you alright miss?” One of the workmen said. I just looked up at them still trying to workout what had happened. Then I looked down my body and saw that my skirt was up around my waist and my legs were quite wide open, my left leg bent with the ankle under my right knee. I looked up at the men again and saw where there eyes. She was getting ready to cry again. I was just feeling stupid, arguing with her with my crumpled trousers down around my ankles."Sleep in here tonight," she said, finally. "Please. We don't have to do anything." Why do you give a shit what Kim thinks?" I asked again."Not Kim. But. Just sleep in here tonight, so I can sleep. Please?" What am I? Your security blanket? Is that what we've been doing, here?" Please. I don't want to fight, Will. Please! Think about it." She left the bedroom, with. A couple facing away, turned around.One of the men, a convention goer, took his chance. He moved from the booth he shared with his friends and made his way to the empty stool. He sat down. She turned to him. Her legs were crossed lady-like at the knees. Somehow, this seemed even sexier than any display that he had seen before. She looked at him, her blue eyes hungry."Hi, do you come here often?" he said with a practiced ease.She smiled and brought her drink back to her lips. He saw the gold of.