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I'm on heat tonight. Older man, alone, in the bar. Smart dresser, soft eyes. Indian. Wedding ring. Maybe... Walk over. Hitch my skirt. Black tights. We drink. He talks. Married twenty-five years. Away on business. Dark alley. Held against the wall, tights ripped, thong wrenched aside. Aaahhhh, his cock! So big, so dark. Later, on his hotel bed, I splay my legs. Lovely brown cheating bastard fuckme fuckme Beautiful fuckslu...

"He was the owner of one of those big soccer teams in England," said Mike. "A fucking billionaire, almost beaten to death," Jake. Mike and Jake were locals in Scarsdale, New York which is considered the most affluent neighborhood on the east coast of the United States. The locals were talking about an assault on "Mr.Chang" who was a billionaire who was attacked one night and beaten to the point of being in a coma. Almost...