There were a couple of guys wandering around just looking. I like to call them lookie-loos. One was a younger Mexican guy who sat down a few couches a...ay from me and he had his huge hard dick in his hand stroking to the str8 porn on the screen. Very soon the other lookie-loo sat down beside the younger guy and started to stroke him off. The younger guy shot his load all over the handjob guys hand and onto the floor. The younger guy wiped up and then left. The handjob guy then sat down beside. Not that I'll ever admit it." Elvis?" I asked incredulously. "You gave the CSI stuff to Leo?" I wasn't easy to surprise, but Sweeney had just surprised the hell out of me."Yeah, I did. Otherwise you'd still be twisting in the wind, waiting for Jerk-off to hand it over. Hell, you'd be waiting for it for a long time. He really wanted this trial. Now he just looks like the idiot he really is." Yeah," I said, suddenly uncomfortable. Partly because I understood why he'd done it; Sweeney reminded me. I adjusted the seat back pinion to the forwardmost adjustment, and it worked fine, if looked slightly rediculous. However, the bike exuded so much power and menace, with its red and orange flames and shiny chrome, that I doubt anyone would notice the minor details. I would have to adjust things a bit more to gain natural control of the foot controls, but it was fine for cruzing, as long as I didn't have to constantly be shifting gears. The ease of which that 'iron' pushed down the road made it. Jen had started about this "really cool" party that Angela Wright was giving, and that she and Julie wanted to attend, particularly since it was their boss's party. The thing was, it was a costume party, and I was not all that psyched up about getting in some stupid costume and spending the evening with people who, for the most part, I did not want to be around, let alone socialize with.But, as was usual, Jen got her way, so we went. The costume theme was "BD/SM", so Jen was going to go as a.