My target got out of the car and went inside the house to haul some luggage to the car. The last case he brought out was a case that looked like the o...e I had just bought. Too bad I couldn't do the deed in the open, as it would have been an easy four hundred yard shot from where I was.The target closed his condo door, appeared to be locking it, and then went to his car. To be ready, I pulled the Mustang out to the exit, and when the Beamer headed away from the condo, I followed at a long. The upper spaces of the older main house held 2 large spare rooms that were rarely needed of late and sat empty except for the art studio I had designed into one of them when I followed that muse’s direction in pursuit of creative desires. Her jaw fell open, understandably, she lived in a small older mobile home in need of repairs. To her my modest home must have looked like a mansion as she stammered, “Its beautiful Jerry,” and leaned over to whisper, “can we go inside?” with a shiver as if. They would pick their heads up and look around every few seconds. There was a smaller one standing there too. I went back to the bed and shook Jack."Jack! Jack! wake up. There's some deer in the yard!" I've seen deer before, go away," he mumbled.I ran out onto the front porch and went to the end, looking over the porch rail. The deer were still there. I watched them move about in the early morning fog. They had incredibly thin legs for such large animals. I was still wearing my tee shirt and. Youstink of spunk."The crimson-cheeked cutie could only reply with her signature salute andthe words: "Yes, Sir, right away, Sir!-------------------------Miss Skye Blue had a spring in her step as she made her way to thetoilet cubicle, and for once it wasn't caused by her anal implant. Herplan was working perfectly!By this time next week, there would be no more cocksucking, no more'Yes, Sir," no more painful anal sex, no more skimpy, borderline illegal'uniforms', no more crappy little flat.