I go in and there’s this really sweet guy with big muscles and brown hair just sitting there.I’m all happy because I get to go shopping and I boun...e on in to the tune of the music playing on my phone and this guy must have been really, really bored. When I come in his face lights up like I’m the first person he’s seen in forever!“Can I help you with anything?” he said.He must have been really shy, too, because he couldn’t look me in the face. He could only manage to bring his eyes up to about. He went back to his hotel roomand started working the phones and fired off a string of emails. Bylate afternoon he had list of forgers and counterfeiters who worked outof Sydney. Working methodically through the list, it took him threedays before he knocked on the apartment door of Mr Harold Brown. Steveintroduced himself at the door and explained that he was working forTony Leonardo.Harold let Steve into his apartment with trepidation; he'd never metSteve Marshall before, but he knew his. "Whatcha doing there!" I yelled trying to startle her, but to no avail."What I always seem to do when I'm not getting fucked," Sam said, continuing to play with herself."You're such a slut, Sam!" I exclaimed sitting down on the couch next to her."Not as big of one as you, slut," Sam moaned out while still playing with herself."Ya, you're right, I am a pretty big slut," I said while I grabbed her hand out of her skirt and sucked off all the juices off of her finger."Mmm," was all she said, as. Obediently, I allowed him to propel my body down onto my knees, before he pushed my head in the toilet bowl. Uncertain as I was about this turn of events I have to admit, nonetheless, that the dominance Tully was establishing over me was beginning to excite me enormously.Next, I felt a steady dribble of piss trickling into my hair. As his piss filtered through my hair and down my face, I have to confess that I found the sensation rather stimulating. I even commenced flicking my tongue to and.