I have been many places where a woman or a couple had agreed to meet but at the last minute decided they couldn't go through with it. It doesn't bothe... me at all when this happens. Everyone has to make up their own minds of their level of comfort.I had made plans to stay around for a few weeks. We continued our daily talks and one day she said, "JT, I need to go to the grocery store. Do you know where the Publix is?"I assured her I did know where one was and said I needed to go myself. I asked. When I enter her hut, my cock was already rock hard with anticipation and Beryl on her knees waiting. She smiles up at me and said, “So you’re number three. I hope you’re ready.”“I believe I am,” I say as I walk over to her and stand there with the huge bulge in my shorts right in front of her face. “Oh wow! I think you are!” Beryl whispered as she reached up and rubbed my cock through my shorts. Then I did the one thing I’d wanted to do ever since the first moment I saw Beryl. I reach out to. I use my spit as lube, rubbing my asshole for the camera, making circles around my tight little star. I slide one finger inside slowly, looking back at the camera and biting my lip, I slowly finger my asshole..stretching wider as I move it back and forth. Slipping a second finger inside, I finger myself deeper, moaning for the camera. As I slowly slip a third finger inside, I feel my ass stretching more, feeling more open and turned on. I finger my tight asshole for a bit, all the men loving me. He regretted it immediately because it was beneath his dignity as a handler and was unfair to Mrs. Weston as she was still innocent until proven guilty."I have just a quick question to clarify one issue, Mrs. Weston. I wondered why you took the time to set up the weapons cache with the radio and the funds. Was it because you didn't trust the cell in the farmhouse or because you had no confidence in the planning coming from Headquarters?"Honey was tempted just to answer with a simple "Yes!" to.