Sie bittet ihn mit einer freundlichen Geste hinein ins Büro zu kommen.„Guten Morgen, mein Name ist Vladko“, sagt er in gebrochenem Deutsch.„Gut...n Morgen, ich bin Isabella Martes“, erwidert sie und reicht ihm die Hand.„Setzten sie sich doch. Wie können wir ihnen helfen?“Marco schaut von seinem Computer hoch, um den neuen Klienten zu prüfen.Reich sieht er nicht aus, aber ein Detektiv kann er sich leisten? Marco konzentriert sich wieder auf seinen Computer.„Ich führe ein kleines. We're buddies. We been doing stuff together since we was kids. Stealing hubcaps, shooting craps, all that _man_ stuff. If that lady thinks that she can make me want to kiss him and hug him and be in his arms and... screw this. Screw you, lady. Screw me, Brando. Aw, no, I said it, said it out loud." Ricco felt his eyes fill with tears. "Now I'm crying like a girl. I got to find Brando. I need his help. I... I need him, need him in me. No! I can't... I gotta." Ricco felt himself bump into. “Ain’t nothing I wouldn’t do to you if I had the chance,” Joe then said out of nowhere in a breathy voice, puzzling Ross and shocking Natalie, as a new rush of perverted images flooded her mind. This time she imagined herself kneeling on the dirty floor of the bedroom, her arms contorted behind her and tied to the bed frame while Joe raped her mouth with an impossibly huge and filthy cock; or her being wrapped and bound to that very kitchen table and him ejaculating immense amounts of sperm all. A man who was a danger to couples in a relationship. Julie had known him many years. She knew the type of man he was, she knew of his reputations. He had chased her in the past, asked her out on dates even though he was one of her husband’s best friends. Little did she know it at the time but she needed a man like him. Like her, he had a sexual hunger that needed satisfying. She needed him. Alistair was frightened of their relationship but in his own little depraved world he welcomed it and.