When our friends,the suits, come back to collect her, they accuse us of playing with their toys!Turns out she's some private eye that had been getting...in their way and theknife was a folding piece she had hidden in the waist band of her skirt. Now of course, this is all our fault isn't it? It's always down to us. Blamethe goons. Never mind that our friendly pick up team didn't:- (1) Frisk her properly, cause they knew she was likely to be smart, or (2) Strip her to make sure she wasn't hiding. Hustle mentality. I like that. Does anybody there know you strip?”“It was never a secret. I’m just saying what it’s like on the other side,” She said.I was guilty of all the “eye fucking” and “tapping asses” part. She made me feel kind of guilty. We eventually got to my side of town, stopping at my house.“Hey, Shawn. I’m working tonight if you want to see me. I’m performing,” She said.“Yeah, I can see you tonight. I want to do something else too…”At that moment, I felt a lot of emotions. I. I had the cab drive past her home so I knew which one it was and then pull over at a little pub a few kilometers away letting me out with my bags. I walked into the pub and searched for a phone and located one near the bar. I walked over to the phone and reached into my pocket for her phone number and removed it. I looked it over and thought about what I would say to her when she answered the phone. A smile came to my lips when I thought of her sweet shrieks of joy at my call, then her shrieks. Just as I thought he was going to blow once more Steve and John pulled out simultaneously and switched positions with me then taking Steve into my mouth. It wasn't long after they switched that Steve blew his load right down my throat and I swallowed every drop. John pulled out and told me to turn onto my stomach so he would look at my face while he fucked me. As he re- entered me he started stroking me slowly, and I could the pressure as I was getting close.Just as I was about to cum john.