When it does, I can't ignore it, I can't delay it and I can't put it aside till I find someone to punish and fuck."She stubbed out her cigarette and t...ook another drink. "Am I your next victim?" Barbara laughed a bit unconvincingly. "Sorry bud, you're barking up the wrong tree. I don't feel guilty for who I am. I like sex and I like to fuck. It's not the damn Sixties. I'm not one of those sad women that needs to be punished for having fun."I held her hand a little tighter and poured some of my. She recommended I keep my Swiss checking account since I would be returning to Switzerland on business. Dietrich was saddened by the news that Elsa wouldn’t be returning to Switzerland, but he wasn’t affected as strongly as Petra and Helmut had been. The following day we would leave Switzerland. Petra made arrangements for us to fly Swiss Air out of Zurich Airport to New York and we would have a three-day layover in New York before flying to Pueblo.We arrived at the Westin Hotel in New York. “Why won't you explain your decision to me? Why are you being a total cunt?” she yelled. The second it escaped her mouth, her shoulders collapsed. She'd crossed the line. Deflated and shocked by her words, she stood stock still and fell silent.He stared at her, saying nothing.“I'm sorry,” she whispered. “I can't believe I said that.”He'd taken loads of grief for his unexpected business decision, but in his kitchen it had boiled over. Salad prep abandoned, his silent face thundered anger.Small. She was obviously sensitive to the touch. I moved close to her ear whispering, “I want to make love to you. Show you how to enjoy a man.” I kissed her neck and my hands moved to the bottom of her tank top. I slid my hand up the soft skin to those perky little tits. I pushed her top up and dropped my lips onto her nipple. I started to flick the nipple with my tongue. Dylan moaned, “That feels so wonderful.” She kept pushing her chest tighter to my lips. I pulled her tank top off and proceeded.