Alles eine Frage des Standpunktes welcher in Guatomona gleichbedeutend mit Arm und Reich zu sein schien.Die Reichen fürchteten ihn, die Armen verehrt...en ihn. Und wie Robin Hood verteilte er seine Beute an die Armen. Nur stahl er nicht Geld, sondern Sicherheit, welche er in Hoffnung umgewandelt an die Menschen weitergab. So jedenfalls dachte er.In Bolunda der Hauptstadt von Guatomona hatte Präsident Carlos zum alljährlichen Neujahrsempfang geladen. Guatomona war reich an an Erdöl und sah war der. They had finished the food, and were relaxing with the last of the champagne."Steve, would you put some of this on me? I'm sure I'll burn quickly if I don't," she smiled coquettishly."Of course! Where would you like me to start?" Why, where would you like to start, sir?"It became a game. His erection was back and he had difficulty trying to hide it. He moved closer to her."You know, I would hate to stain this lovely t-shirt Ingrid. Perhaps I should move the shoulder straps before I start," he. My moment of quiet reflection turned out to be an incredibly short moment because Jen came bouncing back into the room about two seconds after she’d left. She was carrying an armful of clothes, most of which she dropped on the end of the bed. She then selected a few items from the pile and scampered into the bathroom, closing the door firmly behind her. There was silence for a moment and then an exclamation.I heard cupboard doors being opened and closed and then a series of clunks and clatters.. "Oh, no!" I exclaimed."Did you forget to close the door?" Shelley asked with a giggle."I guess I did. Fuck." No worries, Liz, it's all women in this building." I'm so embarrassed now."Shelley looked over at the door and said, "What's that?" She got up and picked up a note that had been slipped underneath. "Oh, we had a voyeur! Cool!" What does it say?" I asked, worried now."You two were so hot. I didn't mean to perv, but I couldn't resist once I had a peek. We should have a threesome sometime..