His legs were strong and as thick astree trunks. At six feet seven and a half inches, Dunlap was animpressive sight. He kept his head clean shaven a...d now, after years ofinsuring that it was always at its polished best, he no longer knew ifhe had the ability to even grow hair. It was now routine use anautomated anti-hair box on his head now that it seemed he no longer needto.He was here to ensure that Harris didn't compromise the data or itsconfidentiality. Nervously, Terry Harris was doing. “I don’t want to be any trouble.” I feel guilty seeking assurance from her when she is the one that requires care and attention.“I have no idea, but fuck it. What’s the worst that can happen?” She jokes weakly.The silence hangs between us as we both contemplate the potentially awful consequences of my decision.Firstly, well firstly we might hate each other, or find each other repulsive. Our intimate connection might evaporate in the cold light of reality, leaving me an awkward burden in her. ." Hmm ... interesting ... So what is it that you do for a living, Bezad?" Lira asked him, while sliding her hand up his thigh.She could see him slightly blushing, while he tried to regain his posture. Lira was softly massaging his thigh and she saw how his dick was slowly getting hard."I'm a merchant ... I deal in entertainment provisions." Entertainment provisions hmm? What kind of entertainment... ?"Bezad was getting rather flushed due to Lira's flirting and he took a quick gulp of his. Once inside, he spotted an arrowed sign on the wall behind the counter; it read 'BAR'. Relieved, he followed the arrow. He took a few turns and reached the bar area, approaching the counter with a slight grin. The bartender was a black man in his late thirties with a pot belly and brownish-yellow teeth. He had a devious look and an unfriendly face. At the sight of Craig, the bartender straightened his back and puffed out his chest. He eye-balled Craig in a menacing way. His eyes studying the.