She said sure and then she heard the knock on her door and a tall black man with a chauffeur’s uniform on asked “Mary, I’m Archie and Mr. Bissel...asked me to pick you up” “Thank you Archie” pointing to the bag next to the couch “that’s my bag.” Archie picked up Mary’s bag and they left, Mary remembering to lock the door after they departed. They went down in the elevator, making small talk as they rode. They left the building and there was a black limo parked in front of the apartments. Archie. Alex doubted the confusion would last long. They could hardly go back the way they came -- Chester would be out of ammo in a few seconds, and then it was just a matter of how quickly the little fuckers could get through the doorway.That left ... jumping.Alex looked over the catwalk rail. There was a group of eight or ten pipes running in parallel horizontally just a few feet out and a few feet down from the catwalk. Beyond them was the stainless-steel top of a round cauldron-thing. It beat just. ‘Suck that cock, fag-boy,’ he said rather loudly. I started sucking him until I was getting most of his cock in my mouth. Unfortunately, he was standing on his tip-toes and I was twisted in my seat. Basically, it wasn’t very conducive to a good blow job. As if he read my mind, he said, ‘Get back here and kneel in front of me. I want to fuck your gay, whore face.’ I got out of my seat, went behind the chairs, and knelt in front of him. I began sucking him, and quickly realized my predicament. If. "Kathy was a cousin of sorts. She was the niece of my step-mother, of the woman my father married when he left my mother. We'd been thrown together often enough as kids, then didn't see each other for many years as we got busy growing up. We were re-united around my father's death-bed, which resulted in a brief but very torrid fling. Then we went on with our lives, me back to rebuild my life with Belinda, and Kathy to go on to meet Pete, the most successful romance she'd ever had. Kathy and I.