„This is Miss Gomez.“„Yes, Miss Gomez.“„Send a Trainer or an Overseer up to my room, please.“„Certainly, Miss Gomez.“„A nice gross o...ne, if available.“„Very well, Miss Gomez. Allow me a few minutes.“„Sure thing.“ Merena`s face was a picture of dismay. Another big tear rolled down. I shook her curly locks gently. „I`m going to have you fucked, my pretty,“ I said.A single sob jetted from her quivering mouth. She said nothing. I lay there, revelling in the power I possessed. Able, on a whim, to. Gufaa. Khanaa tray mee sazayaa aur upar study rom mee lee gayee. Menee Rahul see kahaa hath munh dhoo aaoo feer khana khatee haa. Vo dongoo par lagee sticker dekhkar esee uchla jasee koee saap dekh liyaa hoo. Usnee dongee kholnee kee koshish kee menee turant ice tong uskee lund kee taraf badaa dee. vo bhagtaahuaa toilet gayaa aur turant aa gayaa.Pahlee usnee chottu vala dongaa kholaaaur ankhee fad kar dekhta rahaa aur feer ek lundnumaa kamal kakdee utheyee aur hastee huee lot pot hoo gayaa. Fer. The establishment took a liberally Gallic view of such activities. Half the hotel’s guests were probably paying to shout loudly and come in their beds tonight. Em drank her coffee and swallowed the wine. She ordered another coffee and a cognac. While she was waiting she thought about an occasion a year or so ago, in Milan, where she had acquired the paid attentions of a lovely young man who had taken her to heaven twice in the course of the ninety minutes that was the allotted span of his. The beers were starting to get to her a little bit and she answered with the whole truth. "Wilbur, I'm big as an ox and twice as ugly. No man in his right mind would even look twice at me." She looked down at her glass of beer and than back up at me and said, "God dammit! I am so fucking lonely I could cry!" Which she started to do with great hiccuping sobs. Tears ran down her face and she grabbed me and began to cry on my shoulder. I felt like I was being held by a vice!"You know that song you.