Her name was Lucy Roberts.

It was Philipino as they came.

'I've seen you before,' I said, as I showed her a page on my mobile phone opened up to a webcam.

She just pushed my head in between her love folds and ordered another round of San Miguel.

I was really liking this place.

It was a shame I hadn't visited it when I here getting my twenty crowns.

Meanwhile, in Mindanao, the real Mustafa was hatching a plan.

'The fucker killed my decoy.'

His decoy had plastic surgery to look like the worst terrorist floating around  Asia.

He was wanted by the FBI.

He had a three million dollar bounty on his head.

And I told Lucy Roberts about him.

'He's one of my highest tipping customers.'

We hatched a plan.

'And you'll get half the reward,' I said.

Lucy Roberts just pulled out one of her udders and forced my lips towards a long and erect nipple.

Then she pulled me by the hair and forced my lips to hers.

It was a tongue duel.

Being a kind and courteous man, I ordered another round, for everyone in the bar.


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