He had grown up on a member of the aristocracies' estate in Devon, but he however had wanted much more out of life than his father, and, early on real...sed that he was not happy with the class system. A system that would have kept him in servitude, possibly as the replacement for his father, when the time came that he was considered no longer fit for his duties, with the result that he would be forced to retire.Thomas had decided to escape from those expectancies for his life, and he made his. He put the money Chinwe paid him into a drawer that had other monies in them. A monitor was on a desk which connected to the CCTV camera in the shop. He could see the shop through it. He grabbed an apron and tied it around him. A lot of baking equipment were well arronged in the little space used for baking. There were more fresh bread on a shelf. A pan on the work surface had unbaked fish rolls on them. Sammy opened the oven to check on little, heart shaped cookies. Chinwe sipped her juice. The image of those young, horny sluts cunt-sucking right in the middle of a large crowd made John lose control, not in the least aided by the tightly squeezing, sucking asshole of the unknown blonde that started the whole thing. “Oohhh Jesus, I’m fucking cummingggg,” John yelled out into the packed diner. “Ohh fuck, yess. Cum inside my butt, baby. Spurt your hot fuck sauce into my bowels,” wailed Melissa. John forced his dong into Melissa’s shit tunnel to the balls, and pumped his seed into her. What kept him alive was his ability to stay alert even when some part of his mind told him that relaxing was okay, and that there was no apparent threat. The young man finally turned and looked up at Rawer, prompted liberally by the Nubian’s boot. He winced, and cowered when they made eye contact. He started to say something and then shut up. “Why were you following me, Hellene?” Rawer asked, kicking him in the ribs again. The young man doubled down from the pain, and Rawer realized he had.