I, a regular M-type guy, visited Nina, a popular hostess, once a month. One day, I invited her on a date outside the club, and she readily agreed. What? On the date, I quickly understood Nina's plan. "Actually, I wanted to tease you," she said. I was happy, but tease me? What does that mean? From there, the physical torment began. It was a date filled with the allure of her body. But the enjoyable sex wasn't with me! Was I just there to watch? Nina's acting, designed to provoke my jealousy, was top-notch.
