'I have an appointment to visit two patients who were admitted yesterday. Señor Martínez' referral.' The receptionist came to attention in her chair...'Please take a seat, sir. Señora Mercedes is expecting you.' Señora Mercedes? I trekked back across the lobby and sank into an armchair. I caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror: well-ironed shirt and chinos, courtesy of Elena; gleaming shoes; executive briefcase. The haircut didn't look so bad this morning. Maybe it was growing on me. Heels. "How can I help you?" What do we have to do, anyway?" the man asked as the children started playing in the dirt."It's very simple," I replied. See that man's head in the middle of the bullseye?" Brian Wallace's balding pate was the only part of his body you could see. The rest was completely hidden inside the tent behind him. A drawstring kept him from pulling his head back inside. "You can buy whipped cream 'pies' for a dollar apiece. You have to throw from behind the counter. If you hit him. She blew against my freshly shaved crotch and I groaned contentedly at the sensation this stimulation brought me.Julie straightened up and ran some hot water on a washcloth. "Maybe I'll keep you shaved all the time," she said, then leaned forward to kiss me. As her tongue wrapped around mine, I felt the hot cloth being pressed against my pussy."Oh! Sweet Jesus!" I yelled, breaking the kiss, as Julie ran the rough cloth up and down my crotch, masturbating me to an incredibly excited state in. Anyway i was called to a job in a part of eas London it was a small block of flats, i arrived to have a look at the job it was an old english lady about 55ish , she told me what neded to be done and i said ok no problem its gna take me a few days at least she said ok and also told me that she wouldnt be in and gave me spare keys, she also said that if her neighbour comes out and starts bothering me to ignore her, i laughed and said ok.Anyway next morning i arrive at the flat at 830 and let.