My knickers have been wet all day, and I can't wait.Oh god, I'm shivering. I'm sat on the toilet like a dirty slut and fingering my pussy because I ca...n't have you. I want your tongue plunging into my hole, and your finger up my ass whilst you rub your nose over my clit and taste me deep. I'm grinding on my hand like I grind on your face, and if I had a hand free, I'd be pinching my nipples and squeezing my tits.Where the fuck are you? This juicy cunt needs you inside... Mmm... Oh, to have you. A tall, broad and a very dark Negro was with her.“Meet Tom,” Lisa said introducing the mother and the son to her companion.“Hello,” said Nawaz. He shook hands with his guest, but looked at him suspiciously. He felt the strong, powerful grip of Tom’s hand crushing his palm. “Hello Mister,” Tom said smiling broadly. “Lisa had been telling me all about your training sessions and adventures. You were her good pupil,” he said in a typical American accent.“Tom is my colleague. He knows everything,”. By contrast, he seemed perfectly comfortable. It was like he controlled the air itself and was using it to break me down and establish his dominance. I was in the presence of a superior male and we both knew it. As expected, I broke down first."Is everything OK?" I asked."Shut up, bitch." His words were aggressive, but his voice was calm and controlled. "You're not here to talk, are you?" No, sir." I replied."What are you here for, then?"I hesitated, never having actually said the words out. [1958 VW bus so well traveled]He was a surfer back in southern California and the bus was a surfer’s ideal of the right car for the right purpose. He made it look like that. It was really cute. Everything about him, attitude, personality, car reminded of the popular guy on campus.Munich arrived in front of us, a bit of a sprawling large city.Mr. Ron knew his way around. His intention was to take me directly to a place that would in time become my favorite. It was the ancient Hofbrau Haus bier.