Maybe it was his tone of voice. Maybe it was him slowly putting his hand on the small of my back... but something gave me the feeling he was willing ...to help me out with more than juice. I didn't know how to answer. If I say yes, I'm the new bar slut. If i say no, well.... I didn't say anything. I just stood there like a deer in the headlights frozen by fear. The fear of giving in to my desire rather than my moral obligation to class. I'm a lady not the new bar bitch to be banged in the. Falls jemand also Lust haben sollte, nur zu! Traut Euch gern und schreibt mich an. Don Corleone im Sommer 2022 Jetzt viel Spaß mit dem eigentlichen Text:Lara Müller war zweifellos eine beeindruckende Frau. Mit ihren noch jungen 29 Jahren hatte sie sich bereits zur jüngsten Abteilungsleiterin in der Geschichte des mittelständischen Maschinenbauunternehmens hochgearbeitet. Zu dem BWL- und VWL-Studium waren diverse Auslandsaufenthalte bei namhaften Unternehmen in aller Welt hinzugekommen und nun. One man would leave with it all and then some. Everyone else would leave a loser, some with their emergency assets intact, others not.As the evening heated up and players bowed out, including the gentleman from whom he had taken the house, Luke was left sitting opposite a gruff looking old man, his eyes harsh, his demeanour stern. He, like Luke, had been sweeping it up and they each sat with near enough half the total money.The hands passed and despite some give and take, the two stayed. I didn’t understand that. I wasn’t all that special, certainly not the physical equivalent of her in good looks. I asked the question that had popped into my head before we climbed into the shower. “Why would you be needy?”She let go of my hand and ran hers up my arm. “I’ve always enjoyed sex, but after last night I wouldn’t want to go back to being a Magus with my own Fonti, even if I could.” She watched where her hand traveled along my skin.I had to admit, it felt good, even if she wasn’t.