. pointing and discussing features we liked and ones we didn't like and for some reason he realized we were serious. It's not like we showed up in a l...mo ... and we were wearing typical teenager clothes ... red balls, sox, jeans and a shirt ... kids. Kids riding French touring bicycles ... expensive French bicycles ... expensive French Bicycles with Campagnolo gearsets, shifters, brakes and and wheels. Kids with parents with money.So ... when we came wheeling our bikes across the street to look. . ummm... well... I have a little problem and I was hoping that you could help me out with it.” “You have a problem? I don’t understand, but after all you’ve done for me... Well, whatever you need, Joyce. I’m more than happy to help you out.” “Well, umm... this is kind of embarrassing... It’s really kind of weird actually, but... well... um....” “Oh Joyce, just spit it out. After what you did for me, there’s definitely nothing you say is going to be embarrassing for us. What can I do for you?”. " So you're in?" Well, it's a bit weird to say yes standing out here on the street." Oh, I'm sorry, let's go inside, and I can show you the bags, and if you're ok with it, we can sort out the contract?" Contract?" We're not some shady operation here, if we're going to pay you, we have to get all sorts of tax stuff done, and we have to do the contract to cover liability things. I used to work in a regular painting gallery, and we never had to deal with all this paperwork, but then again,. As he gets deeper and start moving faster and faster, people to notice us a bit and stair. He turns us both around and pin me against the wall. I use the wall to push my ass up against his cock. He's fulling in me pounding me way so hard and so fast, I start to scream a bit. No one could really hear me from the blast of music playing. We both start to reach our climax as he goes harder and I'm taking it as he rams me harder and rougher. Others are cheering him to finish and keep going. I start.