The Steel-Cared Rose
Sexual Harrashments

Dean felt desperate and very angry. He decided to seek entertainment while tempering his anger towards Sinta.

Dean was perplexed to see all his efforts run aground successfully.

He went to one of the nightlife venues. Women dressed sexy and perfumed seliweran, then tares.

"I smell the scent of my freedom arriving!" Dean sniffed his nose here and there.

A woman laughed.

Dean looked at him.

Waw! An angel where you stray from here?

"Ehm! What are you laughing at?"

"You sniffed what? What freedom?"

"My wife! The old man, fat and fierce." Dean bragging.

"Working furiously. Request money. Possessively. I wasn't given rations." Only the last one, his words were correct.

"You're this handsome. Want to go with a fat, ugly and fierce woman? Whoa!"

"That's it! I don't look at a woman's physique. I thought she was a good woman. But it turns out…."

"If only I had a husband as handsome as you. Maybe I'm the one whining for rations." Freaky sahut.

"really?"

"Hmm, that's it!" His eyes were glaring mischievously.

"My wife wasn't like that in the past, but it seemed like her fingers were clamping at the door and accidentally had her nerves broken!"

The woman laughed at Dean's words.

"You don't know if at the end of our feet and hands there are nerves?"

"Yes, but…."

"Pinch! So!"

"You're a suffering husband!"

"Very suffering! I errat."

"Hmm, yeah, it's suffering a lot." The girl soaked and licked her lower lip.

Dean gulped his saliva. The woman's lips look increasingly sexy and voluptuous.

The woman drew closer to him. He was sticking to his insane body. Her spongy round breast touched her chest gently. Masculinity hardens. He felt himself almost explode.

Oh God! How many centuries have I not touched a woman. I feel like a monk who broke the taboo to touch women….

Dean touched the woman's chin. Raise, close and********** voraciously until both breath gasps.

The woman pulled his hand. Dean felt his hands being guided. 

Am I making love to him? 

His common sense partly reminded him.

I don't know him. Know where he's clean? Not with Aids. Syphilis? 

If I get in touch with him, if my condom leaks or I'm reluctant to wear a safety lock. She's pregnant, is she going to demand accountability? 

His common sense begged him to persevere and ignore the temptation that lay wide in front of him.

But his lust that had reached the top of his crown only had three vocabulary. I need an impingement.

The woman took him into one room. Vip Room. It is no secret that such a room is often used for lovemaking.

The woman closed the door. His eyes stared pusingly at Dean who was also as lustful as him.

"What do you want?" Dean's voice was barely audible. He went back to swallowing his saliva.

The woman's body in front of him was very voluptuous. The smell is also very fragrant. A fragrance that could arouse his desire just by smelling it.

Her chest is very low. So that poking both breasts are very white, plump and chewy.

Apparently, not implants. Silicon. Although, he himself could never really tell the real and fake apart. Unless it looks peyot and down.

Moreover, the woman before him was also very young. His entire body was still very clayy and tight as well as smooth.

What about Sinta's career? If anyone finds out, I'm Sinta's husband, the candidate for regional head in the province they live. His wife's career was ruined and their family had no protectors at all.

Dean distanced his body and intended to leave the room.

"Where are you going?"

"Fresh air."

Dean gulped back.

"I already have a wife. How about you ask me to marry you? I can't!"

"Who are you? If you're Prince Charles or the King of Arabia. Maybe I was like that. I can't possibly hold accountable to everyone who fucks with me."

"I'm a businessman."

"Employer only. Entrepreneurs save a lot and often play women is certainly not strange, right?"

"Yes anyway. I promise I'll pay you well."

"That's easy! Hows it? Do we keep going or not?"

"Hmm, okay! To be honest, I'm a very miserable husband."

The woman laughed, "I can see how much you are suffering!"

They poured each other the drinks they ordered intoxicated. Their behavior is getting out of control.

The woman pulled on Dean's shirt and tried to undress him.

"Well, not here." Reject Dean.

"Where?"

"Hotel."

"All right!"

They got out of the entertainment venue and headed for a nearby hotel. They took a taxi because they were both drunk.

Arriving in the room. Dean fell to the bed while the woman grazed her body beside him. The rest of them, both of them could not remember what happened.

Dean received a sexual harassment lawsuit that was addressed directly to his home.

The plaintiff's name is Maria Bernadette. Probably the woman he was with. Obtain his identity and home address from the identity recorded in the hotel.

"You ruined my hard work!" Shouted Sinta furiously.

"I can what? You don't want to serve me and I'm not an angel! I have needs too! I can't accept you blaming me!"

"You read this! To sexually abuse?"

"He said he wouldn't hold me accountable unless I was prince Charles or King of the Arabs."

"And you believe?"

"What's my choice?"

"What's your choice?"

"I was wrong for coming to that entertainment place. But I also don't want you to blame me completely."

"It's just a debate with you." Sinta was silent and thought hard.

He called his lawyer. They talked on the phone.

"Who are you calling?"

"My lawyer."

"What's he saying?"

"He asked you to be honest so it was easy for him to defend you. Because if you give false statements and the facts of the trial do not show the same thing then it will incriminate you."

"I've already said. I didn't harass her. My only mistake. Come to the entertainment place."

"There's a witness?"

"none. Many saw us but I don't know if they recognized me and him. The incident in the hotel room was just me and him who knew it. It's because we're drunk, we don't know anything."

"We? You mean? He's suing you means he understands the real situation better. Could you have abused him while he was drunk?"

"You asked me to tell you honestly."

"Yes. Tell me honestly."

"No sexual harassment."

"I ask you, you tell my lawyer everything. Be honest and don't let anyone get missed or covered up."

"I will tell you everything honestly and without being missed. But on the part I was heavily drunk and unable to remember anything. I can't say anything."

"You weren't asked to make up a story. If you don't remember then say don't remember. Tell everything honestly, nothing is covered. No one is missing."

"All right!"