This admittedly was a slightly academic exercise in that Derek Wilson, the port's project director, had his own design team but it did set a benchmark...against which Marshall could judge the port's plan. Sally was scathing."Bloody waste of money! Why do they want to impose their own design on contractors who are probably going to be more up to date and who are going to design something which doesn't cost a bomb. All we need is a clear specification and then come up with an idea or ideas at this. I desperately wanted to watch his reaction as he swiped his finger across the screen, witnessing the pictures get more and more vulgar, from a blowjob and facial, to Chris fucking my pussy, then to my asshole, and then finally to the selfie I took next to his passed out face with my hand held proudly up, wedding ring covered in his sons cum. But obviously that wasnt something I could do. Despite how big of a pussy Charles is, even he wouldnt just stand by if all that information came flooding. We were supposed to recreate a play and I was among the k**s that were selected to play. Somehow the organizers decided to distribute the roles by a lottery. To my excitement I took a small role but a female one. I pretended to be upset about it but my heart was beating fast. That night I didn’t sl**p, I was picturing myself dressed and my cock was really hard. We started rehearsing the roles and I was so anxious until the moment we would get the costumes. Unfortunately this happened a few. On seeing her I immediately went to give her a hug. ‘Hi Grace! Lovely to see you!’ I said while I held her tightly. ‘Great to see you too!’ She replied holding me equally as tightly. This was one of the many qualities Grace possessed, she was not afraid to give you a proper hug. Nowadays, a lot of women like to just tap you on the shoulder a couple of times, as if this pathetic gesture would some way constitute a hug! After we broke apart, I took her arm and we headed towards the taxi rank..