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Tanya made the jackasses laugh. It wasn’t that hard, all it took was some practised jokes and a hundred hours of rigorous socialite training. They loved her. She loved that they loved her. She flirted with them all, but she had chosen three of them to f**k afterwards. All three at the same time. She liked to do that, and her husband liked to watch.
Suddenly, she noticed an altercation in front of her. It wasn’t that hard for her to see, she was a good head taller than the men around her. It was subtle, but it was there. A man was grabbing the arm of a woman. She was sexy, augmented, and clearly not interested, but the man wouldn’t take no for an answer. Tanya kept chatting with the men but payed attention with the corner of her eye.
The woman went for the exit, the man
