"Me, no way," I said truthfully.I had no wish to mix it with the likes of him."Very sensible," said the Barman slightly louder, "not good for your hea...th to bother the likes of Mr Leaman.I finished up my drink and headed out. On the way her eyes and mine met just for that split second again then she was gone.I went home to my lonely flat and wondered what I was going to do. One thing for sure I wasn't going to take on Mr Leaman head on.Fate then took a hand and my job at the Wine Bar ceased to. "Nothing I love more than the sight of some fucking bitch strung up like a side of beef."James pulled a set of keys from his tight black pants and knelt down to free one of Cindy's wrists. His strong hands massaged the girl's sore skin."Are you all right, Cindy?" the blond chauffeur asked."I think so," Cindy said with a nod of her head. "I'm numb."James went about the business of releasing the girl."I'm sorry," he said, gripping Cindy's shoulders. "They never should have left you in here for so. Rather than the potluck of last time, she was at a fertile time and wanted only Carl to seed her. Of course Juan could help out all he wanted. That would make it much more fun and would help make him part of the results.Juan got plenty of “seconds” but he didn’t mind considering what Anita had done at the motel. Carl told about the experience, “It was great fun for me plying her brown pussy and listening to her orgasm talk in Spanish. It was rather exciting for me thinking about planting a baby. “Listen, its such a lovely day, and I know a great viewpoint overlooking town. Do you fancy having our sandwiches up there? Besides which, it’ll give you the chance to show me what you’ve got!” “What?” I gasp, incredulously.“The motor!” she laughs, “unless you have something else in mind too!” She grins and lets out a throaty, dirty laugh.I like nothing more than showing off my new Italian motor, and revving effortlessly through the gears as the traffic lights turn green, I leave the rest of.