Instead, she said, "Do you want me to do you now?" You can suck me next time," he said. "Right now, I want to fuck you. Is that okay?"A groan leaked f...rom her throat as she moved her legs up to squeeze him with her thighs. "Yes," she said, "god yes. Put it inside me. Make love to me, Carl."As fast as he could, he slid her panties down her creamy thighs. She wiggled her feet cutely as he took them off her, smiling as he tossed the wet garment aside. His hands were tremblikn, but somehow he got. It still seemed strange to haul their things in from the trunk of the Dodge, to hang clothes in real closets, put them in real dressers. They took their time about it, and it still felt nice.Once again, Scooter volunteered to do Crystal's laundry -- a washer and dryer were things the house lacked. After Al picked up Karin and Crystal in the late morning, around lunchtime, Scooter drove the Dodge over to the Burro, got the laundry going, and had a beer and a bar burger while she was waiting. She. ”I thanked Giovanni for his advice. Giovanni blew me a kiss as he left for his room. “Have a pleasant night tonight.” I led Marco up to my bathroom which had the largest shower. Since I was here anyway, I got what I needed to douche. I washed as much semen out as I could. “Why bother?” Marco said. “I’m going to fill up your pussy again.”“It’s sanitary,” I replied. I spent some time soaping him off as well. His cock grew harder as I washed him. He’d already cum twice this evening. I was hoping. I don't think Greta was too popular with my waitress—Ushi—because she voluntarily gave me directions to where Greta lived, about a click from the bar.I banged on the door of Greta's flat, two floors up in a dingy tenement block, tucked away behind Celle railway station. After a minute or two a female voice from inside the flat called out, in German."Who is it?" The police. Open up at once!" I barked, in the most authoritative German I could manage. It did the trick. Working girls know better.