'So you're plan to fuck this big titted whore backfired,' I said, as I patted Jack on the back.

'If you weren't my conjoined twin, I'd have knifed you by now.'

Ai-young was pleasantly surprised, two more cashed up degenerates to fleece, she thought.

'Take it easy,' said Max.

He was playing Mr. Cool.

The fact that he had access to funds meant he was in a better position than both me and Jack.

Ai-young picked up on that pretty fast and instantly lept onto Max's lap as we all downed a celebrating beer.

Things were brewing.

And South Korea seemed to be the place.

Last we heard of Rocket Man, he was in Iran, assisting their military, in shooting down US drones.

'It's interesting times we live in,' said Max, who started slipping one hundred dollar notes into Ai-young's cleavage.

She was wearing a pink bra under a very tight fitting white top.

And every time Max slipped a hundred, we could hear a ka-ching sound followed by little moans from the Korean gold digger.

God bless capitalism I thought as I slipped a hundred dollars in that gaping chasm.

Ai-young was getting pretty plastered at this stage and rewarded the brave with a slobbering wet kiss and tit rub.

She was such a flirt like that.

This was a  'happening' and we were a big part of it.

I could see Jack was pleased to see us.

'Just when I was about to finger fuck her, you two bozos turn up.'




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