“Have they been bothering you?” “Yes,” I tell him, visibly distressed. “A man groped me and everyone just sat there watching.” He cups my ...face in his hands and kisses me, slow and deep. “You poor thing,” he murmurs. “Don't worry, I'm here now.” I rest my head against his chest. I expected him to be shocked and outraged, but still his warmth brings tears to my eyes. My shoulders shake a little as my tiredness and nerves overflow with a few tears. Nikolai squeezes me harder. “Don't cry,” he says. Sometimes I fucking think I`ve became some kind of a fuck maniac. I am surprised I haven`t contacted some fucking venereal disease yet, since I fucking love a prostitute sucking my fucking cock without a fucking condom and then cuming in her fucking mouth, on her fucking face or on her stockings fucking legs. I found a fucking prostitute that had unprotected anal fuck with me and I fucking jerked off about a fucking week just for fucking fantasizing about that fuck stuff, while fucking about. I have to admit, the two hours we spent at the bar was some of the sexist time I had ever spent with Maria. She was flirty and sexual all at the same time. She and Mark were going back and forth sharing their funniest and wild sex stories. Mark was playing it flawlessly, laughing at all of Maria's witty quips, touching her arm when he talked to her. Maria was playing her role perfectly too, leaning over the bar to get a napkin and making sure her breasts gently grazed over Mark's forearm. When. ’ ‘Yeah, I’m a big fan of sports cars,’ Arlene confessed. ‘I’d rather drive them than Hummers and Bentleys.’ I looked up at the stars and said, ‘It’s a beautiful night.’ ‘It’s lovely out here,’ Arlene continued. ‘It almost reminds me of the first time we fuck. Do you remember, Nature Boy?’ ‘Oh yeah, we were on my 100 foot yacht.’ I smiled. ‘It was night and we were holding hands looking at the water and the moon. I remember the moonlight on the water. After we sip Cristal, we fuck with a nice.