“I do missus,” he murmured.“Speak up boy,” she cracked her whip.“I do missus,” he said clearly.“You do what? You want my cunt?”“Yes ...aster I want your cunt.”“You dirty nigger,” she cussed him. “Stand up.” He did as told and his huge penis rubbed against her leg. She whipped his leg. “I told you not to touch me unless I said so!”“Sorry missus,” he said in pain. She raised her whip again. “Oooo you gonna be sorry boy.” She whipped him hard across his stomach and he bent over in pain. She whipped. He stared at her intently for a beatuntil the penny dropped."Oh my fucking god you're a tranny! A fucking Kai Tai Wren! Thosefucking conniving kellicks have turned one of the grommets into abarrack room Betty!" he laughed.He held Doris out at arm's length and surveyed her."And a decent fucking job they've done of it too! You ain't half bad." I might have had a chequered career but I'm no sea dodger and I've beento South East Asia a few times and fucked my share of Kai Tais and ladyboys. . He also introduced himself as b*o,John, but I could call him John.As we drove he asked me about my self and I told him all he wanted to know, I also told him that I'd like to see inside the Monastery, as Id driven past it many times before. He said if I had the time he would love to show me around, I smiled at him saying I'd enjoy that, as we arrived at the gates.John showed me where to park the car and we walked into the rather old derelict place. John lead me to his quarters on the way. If they ever met, I can't tell from there cyber footprints," Wilson said."Okay I gave him some cock and bull story about needing a picture for the insurance files. So stand him against a plain background," I suggested.Then I went back into the house to make more phone calls. I came up with another place to look for a grass field. It was a tax foreclosure of a tiny farm. Actually the owner had sold off a lot of it trying to keep it going. In the end he just gave up and walked away. He kept his.