Ah Damn it felt so good when the widest part of my hand slipped into the dark hole, I didn't want to stop. I wanted to get myself off. Slurping sounds...could be heard as my fist was pulled out and reinserted again quickly. The couple across the way had settled into a cuddling position, with her head on his shoulders facing us. Her eyes were locked on my fist, then she would look up into my eyes with a smile on her face. She seemed to enjoy watching me, so I decided that I would allow her to see. Betty didn't forget the incident, but did stop nagging about it.The next day, Jason put on some workingman's type of clothes and went to survey the building at 313 Easom St. He wandered around as if he were just another idler killing time until a gambling house or cheap brothel opened for business.There was nothing special about the building, it had three storeys and was sandwiched between two buildings that were only two stories tall. At least, it looked like The Ghost would have an easy time. A couple of phone calls the night before was all it took to get everything ready. I knew Bill from work and he recommended his friend George for what I had planned. George was known for his large cock.We were to meet at the bar – a "chance meeting". Then we would spend the night drinking and dancing until Lisa was ready to be taken back for some good hard fucking. Never in a million years would I have thought this possible just a week before. Of course, I could never charge my good buddy Bill. "Hank continued, "Over the next year and a half, we did a lot of overtime and I was always fucked senseless by him. I was completely addicted to his huge cock. When his wife grew ill Jake retired to care for her before she died. I did visit him three times after that. The first two times he again banged my arse, but on my third visit, he had also become ill… colon cancer, if I remember correctly, and then he also passed away.”Hank then smiled wryly and said, “Jake, dear old Jake.”Next, after.