Please! Let me do itinside at least!" I had never heard myself so panicked."Dance, bitch. Or I'll call the police and tell them of the prostitutegoing...door to door at the hotel." The manpulled a phone out of hispocket and began to dial."NO! I'll do it!" I was screwed.Somehow though my mind was frozen in fear, my hips began to sway to themusic. It's a fast song and my body began to speed up and catch up tothe beat. I felt my legs bending and spreading as I stepped back andforth. I felt my hands. The Palestinian leader although getting on in years had recently joined the "Mile High Club" by demonstrating to Suha that the veteran guerilla leader still knew how to set off "bombs" and trigger "explosions" in a "confined" space. However, a neutral cock would have difficulty in describing Suha Arafat's cunt as a "confined" space as it had become very loose and wide by the constant "intrusion raids" carried out by Yassir Arafat.Finally all the distinguished guests were assembled in the White. So I was going to call my bf when suddenly the doorbell rang. I switched off the TV and ran to get my clothes. I quickly put on a yellow top and denim shorts. I didn’t get time for wearing bra and panty as the bell was continuously ringing. I opened the door and saw two strange men standing with some tools and wires in their hand. They were dark fat men aged over 30. I saw a large part of my cleavage was visible and they were staring at it like hungry dogs. I was getting wet seeing two. "So, today's Friday. I've been talking to my boyfriend that I want to experiment a little before getting into a serious relationship, and he thinks it'd be...prudent, so I was thinking if you want to come over today and have a little sharing experiment of our own..."I looked into her eyes, and then grabbed her head and kissed her right there. She broke off from the kiss and started talking again."Woah cowboy. Slow down. There are a couple of rules." Ok?"She was talking with a firm voice. I.