’ She whispered in my ear. I went back inside and finished my check and then went out the front door to get to my car. I thought about her all the w...y home that night. Almost a week later I saw her again at closing, she was waiting at the back door for me to come out like I had the previous week. I got her some food and we sat and talked while she ate the food. She told me all about growing up and what her life had been like. She also shared with me the month that she spent living on the street. But this day would mark, he felt, as a man of consequence. People would notice that something extra. Just by the set to his eyes.The two veteran robbers on the street, were each armed with pistols. The First Veteran held up a big, opened, black umbrella. He kept the rib-taut material of the final close to the crown of his head, over his shoulders. The rain drummed off the top, almost drowning out the ambient street sounds around him. He had a walkie-talkie stashed under his long raincoat.The. "Ooh look," Sandra says as she flips the top off and hands it to Lionel, "Go on then," she says."No!" Lionel says."Take it dry then," I says."No no," he says and he starts sticking his fingers in the pot and smearing it around the strap on's cock."Ready?" Sandra says."No!" Lionel says."Fancy a beer?" Al says, "I can't watch." No," I agreed, "Beer sounds good, Flying Horse?" No, cool box in the van," he said.We went down and there was a couple of tins of Lidle own brand beer, tastes like cats. But I was taken downstairs to the dungeon in the basement where I was greeted by a gang of old fat men who grabbed me and started tying me up with ropes to some kind of leather chair.I was bent forward kneeling down on the chair with my head faced down on a sort of platform behind the chair. One guy stood in front of me looking at my face wanking furiously while a another started lubing up my ass. His only comments were that I had a nice ass and I was a slut for not wearing any panties.The guy.