Irene, uncaring at our wariness accepted the last and drank unconcerned.“Irene, I’d like to know who you are and what you want with us.” Lu in l...wyer mode, opened up the business discussions.I sipped my delicious half-frozen punch with more than a hint of alcohol. Not that I knew what kind was added or how much, but it didn’t seem to be a lot. If 7-11 sold these they’d make a killing.“Anya.” Giving an unspecified command we waited for whatever she had in store.Smoothly, maybe even more graceful. My cell phone startled me, and I looked at it, then answered it, "Hi George! Feeling better this morning?" Well enough, Rob, how about you?" When I answered in the affirmative, he said, "Got some good news, maybe. Are you real busy? Can you meet me down at the city docks?" I told him I was done here, except for buttoning up the equipment racks and locking up the place. "Good. Can't talk now, but you know that little coffee shop by the market? Meet me there in say, a half hour, no, make it 45. According to Cheyenne, his IQ was in the mid 70’s, so he was functional. He loved his job, and he adored Jackie and Cheyenne. Coming to work was what he lived for, and if he got sick, his mother would have a devil of a time keeping him home to recover. She nearly always had to get Jackie to talk to him on the phone.Cheyenne introduced us and we shook hands. He was a little shorter than me, but he was built like a tank. Hard muscles stood out on his arms and under his T-shirt. I could easily. I don't know why I put up with you." You put up with me because I got a big fat cock that you can't get enough of," he said with a big smile. "Now, I want you to finish me off with your mouth. That's right, my little slut, suck on my big dick."His hand roamed over the expanse of her fine flesh, cupping, stroking and kneading all that was within reach. He loved her long shapely legs and that tight round arse. But he particularly liked her size C tits that looked even bigger than that on her.