. do I?” He did seem so familiar, but she had no idea why she would think so.“No, of course you don’t,” he replied in his cheerfully upbeat vo...ce, as though all was well in the world, in his world anyway, “or at least I’m pretty sure we’ve never been introduced to each other before. I am a delivery driver, and I work for Webster’s Haulage? They are a small local firm with a very good reputation around here. They only employ the most trustworthy staff to haul valuable stuff around these parts,. ” I told her, when I suddenly thought of Dad. He answered immediately, “What’s up, Son?”I chuckled, “Wellll ... how would you feel about helping us on a major rescue mission?”“You mean, like right now?”“Yeah, I wondered if you could spare a few minutes away from the kids?”He chuckled, “Oh, I think so. You know, I’ve never actually seen you guys in operation before. This could be enlightening! Where do you want me to go?”“Teleport to Ibera’s and we’ll meet you there. We’ve got to put together a. I loved it. I didn't put underwear on so that I could keep on experiencing it. The shorts were stroking my cock with each step. Everything was simply more sensitive. We had breakfast, we had sex, we had lunch. Then she told me it was time to get ready. I froze. It's one thing to talk a big game. It's another to go out in public dressed like a woman. "Yeah, no! We are doing this." Again, no negotiations were going to happen. "Come on, I've got an idea of how we're going to make this. Between her thighs, a naked, pale woman, hands bound crudely behind her back with thick rope, was applying her mouth and tongue to Miss Mbute's sex. Ngoya Mbute was growling appreciatively with each application of the other woman's ministrations. The pale back of the woman crouched between Ngoya's thighs seemed familiar."Don't let us disturb you, Miss Mbute," Sir Bristow called. From her lack of response I concluded that her attention was sufficiently diverted as to be unconcerned by our.