She always used to stay at our place for about 5 to 6 days each time the exams were held. I was very close to her since my very tender ages. She was m... second mom. She always took care of me and for her age doesn’t bothered her. She always treated me as her own child. It was mid November time. The weather was quite cold here. Whenever I visited them or she came to our place, I always used to crush her back (massage) with my feet and used to give her a nice oil head massage. I also used to rub. Abruptly the hot talk stopped. She still fucked when I instigated it but didn't seem as excited. What was going on? My questions went nowhere. A couple of days later I asked a neighbor if she'd seen anything unusual. Yes, indeed. A big black guy was recently stopping by the house every day before the kids got home from school. He'd be there about a half hour each time.That night when we were in bed I asked Courtney what was going on with the black guy.She looked embarrassed as she said she'd. She croaked out, ‘John?’ I stood there, trying to think of what to say. I had been raised to take the bull by the horns, so I just straightforwardly asked, ‘Why?’ I could almost see the wheels in her head turning, the little rat on it running hard as she thought about what to say and how to say it in order to cause the least amount of damage. After a few moments she said, ‘Please sit down.’ I did not sit down. I knew what kind of power she had over me and I would not concede the advantage of. The grey floor was smooth, shiny, and hard. There was row after row of dark green shelves. Each row was four layers tall with each shelf filled with crates and boxes. At the end of each shelf was a small sign written in the funny language.There were people who were not wearing cloaks scurrying among the rows, some carrying clipboards, others with small packages. I looked at TreFual and nodded toward the workers. "Only field agents have to wear cloaks in public areas. These people never leave.