Her finger idled over her clit, teasing, feeding the moist tingle in her pussy, struggling to keep her rapidly approaching orgasm at bay. Not yet. Rid... the plateau. Earn it.She’d secreted her lounge chair and milk-crate table in the corner, next to the hulking HVAC unit. Her half-smoked joint issued a wispy line of smoke from the ashtray on the crate, hypnotizing her as she played with her pussy lips, keeping the fires banked. Manhattan burned on the streets below.Similar blazes dotted. .As the meet host, I sent an email to all the guys who had confirmed their attendance to the speedo party on the morning of the meet. Proceedings kicked off with us all meeting in the beer garden of my local pub (let’s say at Bondi) ... as some of the guys are not out, the pub of choice is a straight pub to avoid any anxiety such a meet might bring on. So 2pm rolled around and the guys turned up one by one at the designated meeting spot in the pub. Some had been to previous meets so were more. They were found in the court yard of the drug dealer's house arraigned in neat rows. One row contained the bodies and the other row contained the heads. All the drug dealer's house guards were also found dead.Percy's troops were very good.The drug dealer fled Mexico never to be seen or heard about again. He got the message.Percy pondered about what to do with his operation. These people were becoming more and more independent since Ray's death. Percy needed to discuss his goals and aspirations. Author’s name ande-mail: Victor Mann; [email protected] of story: M/f+, BDSM, reluctantAn Orderly HouseholdI’m 60 years old now and it took me till age 50 before I got my priorities straight and set up my household on a Master/slave basis. I am glad, now, for very good genes and Viagra. This is a liberal West coast town, but when I walk down the street with My two whores, I do see the women frown or scowl at times, while, at the same, time ?tolerating? what appears to be an unusual.