“That’s all I got, Miss Morgen.” He replied.“Thank you, Jason. Here’s my card. Call me if you find something.” I gave him my calling card ...nd left.----------------------Jason – done. Okay, next destination, the shop at Mahogany street.I drove around the shop to inspect the surroundings, then parked my car three buildings away.I noticed the shop is empty, no cars were parked outside. The lights are turned off.From what Jason said, this guy is violent. I better be careful. I fully trust my Krav. He massaged my arms, my temples, and took off my socks and rubbed my feet. "That feels good," I said."Yeah, I had to learn all of this in my sports training," he told me."Really? What do you play?" Baseball, basketball, football, just about everything," he laughed. "You want some more massaging?" I nodded silently. "Well, to really do it right, you'd need to take off your pants and shirt."Now, if I hadn't had a buzz, I don't think I would have agreed. But James seemed nice, and it had felt so. I'm just putting it in as far as it will go." Fucking asshole," I said."If you insist," Jeff responded deliberately twisting my words. I barely felt his bush against my ass before he reversed course and set up a steady pace.There was no denying the fact that I was enjoying being fucked by Jeff. I couldn't help moaning in a combination of pain and pleasure as his large cock moved through me. His strokes were lengthy and each time his crown moved across my prostate, my own dick jumped in response. Sure, I still get horny sometimes but at my age it's pretty easy going without sex. An occasional masturbation session satisfies me for a week or two.I have to admit that it's lonely sometimes. There are only so many books you can read or movies you can rent. Once in a while one of my old co-workers will stop by for a coffee or maybe a beer. So I am not completely out of the loop.A couple of times this past summer I invited my son and his four stepsisters for a picnic barbecue. All of the.