You may only be fifteen but it'll be prison this time!" Now get the fuck out my office."Another failed attempt from Mr Sargent Kennedy. London's fines... I joked to myself.Not to worry about your humble narrator brothers I knew they had no evidence they never do. I noticed the photo of his daughter on his desk dressed in her school uniform, she looks nicer out of it. A few months ago I rode her ass at a party, when I arrive home tonight I’ll mail our Sargent the video, the video of course being. Shit! I could come to hate this place real quick-like. Finally, we were left alone, and we both got a couple of hours sleep, not because we needed it, but because we needed to kill the time while we waited for the new day and for life to return to Horner.The next morning, we dressed and checked out of the hotel. Our next step was to look for a job. We bought a newspaper and looked at the help wanted ads. There was very little there, and what there was, was for very menial jobs that I thought. He acted casual but there was something utterly seductive about him and I quickly found myself seriously aroused. I must have seemed a bit flustered as I had difficulties making my brain work. The sensual sounds of his accent, and the movements of his lips with them were profoundly erotic. We were both interested in nature and talked about plants, birds and fishing though he only knew the names of the species in Russian and I in Finnish. Save that, he spoke Finnish very well, but he had this. You ground your cunt forward against my swelling cock. I knew what you wanted and you knew I was going to give you what you wanted. It wasn't but a half minute later when you had me as naked as you were, slave. I pressed you against the wall and you raised you silky right leg over my left hip. I felt your sloppy cunt with my fingers. I really didn't need that verification to know you were ready. Your hand brought my stiff and raging cock to your gaping, wet, cunt lips and with one smooth stroke.