Emmanuelle 8 (part four)
Knocking on the door, as the show is on the bed in my hotel room. I slowly got off the chair and went toward the door. I opened it a few inches enough to stick my nose out, and I said, “Yes.”
“I’m here to meet Emmanuelle.”
I paused for a few seconds, looked back toward the bed where Emmanuelle and the other are still in performan…
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