“I hear a carriage. Go see who it is.” I scampered outside, and my fiancée ambled slowly behind me.It was indeed Mrs. Pembleton, and by the time ... reached the driveway, she was slowly alighting from the coach while staring in amazement at the estate. As soon as I saw her, I knew my worries were, in fact, terribly groundless, since she was the same loving and warm person who had taught me so much for so many years, being practically a second mother during my most formative time. “Good heavens!”. He replied by saying, "really, that’s why I'm about to explode right now?" Again, I replied, "whatever, you are not." Then again without another word he started to unzip his pants. I reached over and tried to grab his hand and told him to just stop, that I had to go. He ignored me and kept unzipping until his cock was pushing against the material of his underwear and trying to force its way out of the opening in his jeans. I kept telling him that he really needed to just quit. Then his. .. Either he rethought his overpayment, or he was hitting on her, or, worse yet, he was expecting a 'favor' in exchange for the overpayment. She leaned toward him, still smiling, but it was less genuine now.He lifted his hand, letting her collect the cash, and spoke quietly so that only she could hear above the noise of the bar. "Do you and your husband enjoy 'getaway' vacations together every now and again?"Crap ... worse than being hit on, it was a sales pitch. "Sure." I represent a resort in. A guy about 40ish in white painter overalls was working and he turned to look at me and said 'It's OK only just started so carry on'So there was a very small trough, enough for two at most, and one cubical. I couldn't use the trough because the guy had various cans and a ladder in front of it and also a large sheet of metal that had previously been screwed to the front of the cubical door. I went into the cubical. The sheet of metal had been used to cover up a large hole in the door. About 3''.