When I was finished dressing and my customer had gone out of sight,my sneaky voyeur made himself known to me. It was Dwayne,a young black stock man,an... he was grinning ear to ear! He said "Well, well,well, what do we have here? Looks like Christmas is gonna come early for old Dwayne here. He immediately made it be known that I was going to have to play along with whatever he wanted with me if I had any hope of keeping my job,or worse being,dropping the dime on me to my husband. I thought. It landed with a crash that made Safia jump."That was some heavy duty stuff you had back there." The Plumber said as he bent down to open his box."Yeah, well ... I'm writing some heavy duty stuff." Safia responded acidly."I'd like to read it sometime." The Plumber told her as he rifled through his box."It will be a while. I have a bad case of writer's block." She said.The Plumber looked up at Safia and smiled. "I can clear that block up too."Safia was used to pick up lines, though not from. The dirty bastard had two different guys fucking me. Little did I know at that time I had six well hung guys all lined up ready to stick their cocks into my mouth each having a go at each end and changing when Alan stopped the music. This went on for what like seemed ages and ages. I was getting fucked hard at both ends and the sensation and the orgasm was terrific. What a great birthday I was having. It turned out that the best was yet to come, Alan was playing musical chairs. It started off. I'll make sure we add that to our list of top priorities," said Jamie."You also need to think about existing food and fuel stocks your Grace. If they are left lying around in shops and fuel stores, people will continue to help themselves and it will be the more enterprising who come out of things on top. Those less able will lose out and might well suffer as a consequence. I might hazard a guess that even now people are thinking about creating their own stockpiles to make sure they don't go.