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you know." "I can see your friend isn't, but I think you're wrong about the majority," Kevin objected. "At least, I hope you're wrong. Otherwise there isn't much hope for the future of the world." "I think you're being a bit melodramatic, Kevin. After all, what harm does it do if a group of people want to privately amuse themselves this way? Perhaps it's a better solution than you Americans with your bottles upon bottles of tranquilizers or stuffed psychiatrists offices. You people go to your headshrinkers and say; "Doctor, I'm sick, I have dreams of seeing people making love, I can't get it off my mind. Then he tells you about some far distant event that occurred when you were two years old that's supposed to explain it and cure you. That kind of thing never cures, it merely gives one the justification they need for thinking about sex without guilt. Here, when we feel like seeing an exhibition, we go see one. It's a simple and practical solution. Satisfies everyone. No doctors or tranquilizers." "And what about the poor people on stage," Kevin said, speaking a little more harshly. "There are better occupations to earn ones living." "Like a chimney sweep? No, my dear young man, for every voyeur that likes to watch there's an exhibitionist that likes to show it to him. Most people end up in the occupation that most suits their talents whether they will admit it or not. If it happens to be less than their aspirations they blame it on bad luck or circumstances. A slight change of aspiration is much more practical." "Well, regardless, I think it's a rotten business and I think that pig friend of yours should be shot." "Let's not fight about it, Kevin," Monique retreated. She didn't want to get him too upset. His state of mind was perfect now for her next step in the plan. Gamal would be quite surprised at their little interruption. She was looking forward with extreme delight at the confrontation that was now ready to take place. "Come I'll show you some of the other rooms before we go. Perhaps you'll change your mind about our host." Kevin followed her through a series of smaller rooms. They were equipped with every known perverse device Kevin had ever hard of and then some. He was growing rapidly more ill with each new disclosure. Each seemed to be worse than the one before. He could not comprehend how anyone could enjoy having relations with some of the devices. He just wanted to get out of this sick place as quickly as possible and followed Monique more with a sense of duty for her assistance with his problem than anything else. They stopped before the door with the guard. Monique had entered with Gamal before so the guard made no move to stop them. "This is the room where the American girl was to be entertained. She didn't want to join the crowd outside for her first experience," Monique explained to the listlessly following Kevin. He stepped through the door and adjusted his eyes to the dim light. Suddenly, Kevin's heart leaped to his throat! In the dim light of the bed lamp was a completely stripped girl lying on the bed. Her head was turned away from the door groaning and the fat Arab had his face buried deep between her wide splayed thighs licking at her cunt like a hungry pig. He was completely dressed and his black suit contrasted distinctly with the whiteness of the weakly protesting girls skin. Kevin instinctively stepped back to leave the room when the still groaning girl turned her face, eyes closed tight, toward the door. The shock shot through him without warning, like a thunderbolt! His knees sagged momentarily. It was his wife! It took seconds for the full impact of the spectacle to hit him. This dirty Arab had his young wife down on the bed slobbering over her naked body lie an animal! His muscles coiled, and Kevin threw himself at the hated figure like a wild bull, knocking Monique out of the way like a store dummy. She screamed just as Kevin landed on the totally unprepared Gamal, sending his fat body rolling across the bed like a bowling ball. He landed on the floor with a thud knocking the table and lamp over with a crash and Kevin was right on him, fists flailing like a windmill. He could feel the soft flabby flesh of the oil face giving way beneath his driving knuckles like so much putty. He wrapped his hands around the stunned [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |
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