I slipped my hand into my pocket and took out several one dollar bills. I handed several to the dancer next to me.Dollars work wonders.Our main stage ...dancer lay on her back, spreading her legs, as she held them skyward, twisting her stilettos in the air. She slipped a lone finger along the crevice of the folds of her bright pink pussy lips. I looked at her face and she winked. I dropped a dollar bill on her flat abdomen.She slipped her finger inside of her pussy as she closed her eyes, my other. I think it’s fair to say she indulged me in my fetish but made it clear that she wanted me to want her, not just her in satin.Although my fantasy of her with other men was growing in intensity by the day, I was terrified that she would think I was weird so I did all I could to keep it to myself and managed to do just that for about eighteen months until, that is, we went to Venice for a long weekend.On the second evening, we were there was her birthday and I had booked us a table at a famous. I did not scream, or call the cops. Besides, I begin to lie down on my bed, I felt my pussy starts to get moist and wet. I felt my pussy’s hole about to open, my legs starts to spread wide. Chuck took off his coat, leave on his socks and shoes. He grab my legs and hold it up in the air, he begin to lick on my cunt, he suck my cunt so GOOD! My pussy’s juice expose inside his mouth. Slowly, he starts kissing his way up to my big tits, sucking on my nipples, I beginning to enjoy this stranger’s. The nightmare still rides me sometimes, reminding me of what I did to save the village of my birth. For a long time I hated England. I know that it was not England, nor the English as a people who deserved my hate, but it took a century and more for me to come to terms with it.So I began wandering again. Across Northern Europe and then down to the Middle East (carefully avoiding Hungary). I would have loved to have visited the Holy Land but that region was in turmoil. Had I known then what I.