Last time I tried to put astory up, I made a lot of weird points and pranced around and made itseem like I had contempt for the TG field in all its fo...ms. Then I wentahead, after wasting a page on the intro: to make the same mistakes (lookup the story A Fictional Treatise on TG Fiction.) I wrote it about twoyears ago, and going to the commentary makes me realize how much of aprissy fuck I really was.The comments pretty much boiled down to:* I appreciate the points you made about the quality of. Just before I could start to reply to the messages my flat intercom buzzes. "Who the hell's this?" I mutter to myself as I answer "hello?", A stern deep voice responds sharply "hello this is Mr and Mrs Hussain, we are looking for a Louise who lives here?". "Oh shit"..."oh no", Were my initial thoughts, it's the boys' parents, This could be really bad, really awkward. But I decided that I'd better face the music and put an end to this so I buzzed them in. I stood by the door and listened to Mr. "It's okay. But I need you to watch more. Will you watch more," she moaned out as she still played with herself."Yes, I'll do whatever you want," I said, still horny.She went to the next video, still doggy style, but she is holding his phone and I see her face. He is pounding away at her. The look on her face as he pounds her drives me crazy and I started jerking again.I used my own cum as lube as I kept stroking. This must have turned her on because she started really moaning while she played. The problem, of course, was that any security blanket could be breached with the right people, tools, techniques, etc. and all of them knew it. It put Hastings in mind of the time when his business and his future hinged upon his surviving against impossible odds. He had been lucky, then, to have had the help of Mei and Wei, and later, Sun and Jun, but in the end, it had been the combination of his brain power and the skills and abilities of the world's best bodyguards that had seen him.