The streets were still sleepy this time of morning.Only a single plain white postal delivery van pottering along the road slowly, stopping occasionall.... She liked to make a race out of it, trying to keep up with the van. The van was always there, trundling down the road in his van at this time of day. Sometimes it made less stops, sometimes it made more, she always however loved to get an eyeful of the delivery driver though. She counted it as a victory when she was able to get home before the. At this pointhe is ready to mount. Instead of letting him mount, I reached under him andstroked his cock. Grabbing his sheath around his swelling knot, I rubbed itfirmly and vigorously for a minute or so. Needless to say he began humping. As soon as he was humping, I grabbed his front paws and put them on thecouch, while continuing the cock stroking.Now he is raised up and humping. I quickly layed down and sucked his cockinto my mouth. With one hand still stroking his knot, I reached. "That bastard! No, I'm afraid you won't be seeing him round here anymore.I thought about asking Mrs Sloane next door, but she is as blind as a batand she'd probably feed Jenkins the wrong thing," Diana said impatiently.It seemed that she was anxious to be going."Oh I see," Craig replied."Look, I'll make it worth your while; say ?500. Oh and here's the key soyou can get in. I'll leave the cat food on the worktop in the kitchen,"Diana fished in her rather expensive looking handbag and handed. Then the TV screen got all snowy, meaning that there wasn't anything more on the tape."I'd better rewind it to make sure he didn't swap tapes in the middle," I said, wanting to make sure every base was covered. I pressed Stop and then rewind. The camcorder hummed as it rewound the tape. When it stopped, I pressed Play and I was surprised by what I saw on the screen.I recognized Molly, the blonde waitress from Bentleys the other night. She and another girl I didn't recognize were standing in.