I wasn’t the world’s policeman and I wasn’t about to blow this particular whistle. Bespoke morality on my part? So be it.Yet, it does niggle... ...alker and I, towel-wrapped, sat out on our little deck as we watched Victoria fade away into the midnight ... um, midnight.“Southerly, toward Port Angeles. We’ll pick up our Seattle pilot at 1:30.”“Again? Didn’t this Captain learn anything?”“Winter.”“Honestly.”“The pilot will do the last 65 nautical miles. We’ll dock at 06:00.”I reached across, reached. He was being asked to attend a lingerie party with his Stepmum and her professional friends and she had requested that he don't masturbate before hand. This could only mean that she wanted to give him another blow job after the party or maybe even something more. It was exactly 7pm as Paul's taxi pulled up to the house, he paid the driver and walked towards the front door. He could hear quite a few female voices inside and took a deep breath before pressing the doorbell and waited for what. Longer if we’ve got to make them pour it all into the bags we brought with us; in case they don’t have a way to deactivate the trackers on the bank’s bags.”“Solid planning, Susan.”“While that’s going on, I make sure the alley stays clear, and Julie re-joins you inside. The two of you give everyone false memories of everything. Business just made time fly by for the employees, the customers just remember that there was an unusually-long line at the bank. We return the van, load the bags into. “Do you like it?”“You good!”“I brought some liquor. Can I use your bathroom.”Rodrick poured the gin in two plastic cups. He added some ice and ginger ale. He waited until Tyrel rejoined him.The short, girlish dude came out. He had on a pair of black thigh high stockings with red hearts, purple lace boyshort panties, and a red cami.“Damn,” Rodrick exhaled. “I’m ready to fuck you now!”Tyrel started sucking his dick. The 8-inch prick was fat and stuck straight up in the air.“Oh fuck,”Rodrick.
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