.............and that is how it was going with Steve. He stood up, took my hand, we kind of snuck into the house, then we were in somebody's bedroom, ...im with his swim trunks, his boner, me with my mad plans that I hadn't really figured out yet."Tom said:" She was massaging me like a lover. talking to me like a lover would, like I had hoped a lover might. I felt so filthy and corrupted, to the bottom of my being. I stank of it. I loved her touch,,but part of me felt that she was corrupted by. Looking at her I could almost forget why I was here in Vegas."Mr. Migdol? I'm here to be your guide. May I help you get settled in your rooms and escort you to dinner? There we will discuss what plans my father has for the meeting." That same soft Spanish accented voice stated.'My father' I picked out of her greeting. "If she really was his daughter, he was showing his trust in me for her safety." I thought.Her driver retrieved our luggage and loaded it in the limo. It was Vegas and the weather. When we passed through Checkpoint Charlie into East Berlin, our minivan was waved into a bay. Mr Stock got out with all our documents and was directed to a window in a building alongside. After about five minutes, a very upright Grenztruppen officer walked up to him. After a few words, they approached the minivan and the officer followed Mr Stock inside, stooping to avoid knocking his cap on the roof. He looked around the bus, moving his head to pick up all our faces.“So, you are the lucky. The day was surprisingly warm, and he was running in summer mode — just shoes, sock, and jogging shorts, light nylon ones, so sheer that they were no more than a mild sunscreen. They gave him an all around tan, no tan line to speak of, just like a porn star. His wife teased him about it, about his big brown cock, but he could tell she liked it. Of course, back in the woods, he took off the shorts altogether sometimes. Today, he decided, was going to be one of those days. He would go for a very.