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  • The girl behind the check-in desk had already threatened to call her boss if I kept trying to get her to come up to my room, and the hookers that hung out by the hotel bar were so worn down I probably wouldn't even feel a thing, unless I would have pulled off the - quote, unquote - accidental anal gig. No, Tinder had been the best option. Places like these are perfect for that. Spend the time you usually use on a quick jerk-off swiping, and chances are you'll end up with a handful of matches that look easily close enough to the kind of girl you had imagined to bend over your bed. What I love most about Tinder, is the fact that pretty much everybody on there pretends it's a serious dating app, even though they all know they're gonna end up as single as they've always been, with one more regretful experience in their bags. Ana wasn't any different: yapping about her hopes & dreams, but as soon as the Big Question would pop up ( I'm bored, wanna go for drinks? ), she was all over it. And so there I was. In the old center of a godforsaken, semi-large European city, with a hundred-percenter sitting across the small table, but now with a who knows walking towards me. Imagine I would have answered A cab for the girl, and your panties on the floor when she asked me what I wanted. Something I kinda wanted to do, but I also kinda wanted to get laid, so I had to keep all options open. But here's a lesson learned for y'all: guys, if you're on a date with a hot-ish girl, and a waitress walks away from the table, don't stare at her ass, as wiggly as it may be. That asian stuff sets you back at least half an hour. We had time, though. My meeting wasn't until early in the afternoon on the next day, and I didn't even have to leave the hotel for it. Plenty of time to get Ana drunk, ask questions that would show her true intentions ( Color of your panties? -- Who says I'm wearing any? ) and get myself whisky-dicked enough to actually be able to keep going 'til she would cum - 'cause folks, let me tell you this: there's no way I'm going down on a girl who's still dripping with my juices if she's not either my girlfriend or a solid nine. Speaking of solid nines: I'm glad I noticed the little tap on the beer mat when waitress girl put our next round on the table. Clever way of communication, girl! No chance of the chickie across the table thinking anything of it when I take my glass, flip the amateur mat around in a playful manner, and read what's written on the back. GF? fck. don't move a muscle “Well you can keep going,” she said smiling. I did see that both Dakota and Jill had cups of coffee already in their cute little hands. He stretched my tight ass and filled it for you to eat. “What are you doing? Her juices soaked my digits. As we were driving over to Vicky’s flat Jon told me that there would be a joiner arriving on the following Tuesday to do some ‘modifications’ in the punishment room. So, she sensing his neediness, took him into her arms and backed them into a storage amateur room to take care of him. I wondered if Jen was up yet. There were birds washing themselves in a bird bath. This had been his first time and he was spent. She said all is complete Daddy the slaves are on the way, I asked Robert how he was set for slaves, he said the two I met are his only ones. They all said fine. He saw Jesse wrap his arms around her and grab her tits. She furrowed her brow, then asian looked up at Elsie. Certainly, taking the position of chauffeur and Jill being my trainer changed my life for the better and I am now very proud that we will be having our first wedding at the Chateau. Cindy looked at Crowbar for approval, who nodded "yes" and egged her on. The building is sort of triangular with bits going off. And when all of that stuff happened at the airport and mom finally got to meet him, I was so so excited and so happy for her!