..but this was pushing it. The only consolation was how good she looked...she had dyed her hair black that morning and had recently had it cut into a ...ob; both of which really suited her. She was wearing a plain blue t-shirt under which her firm proud tits swelled temptingly and tight black leggings, both of which served to make her gorgeous round arse look so good I hadn't been able to help leaving my hand on it most of the time we had walked round. The leggings seemed accentuate her buttocks. .anything, but noting comes to mind. All you know is that rubber is amajor trigger, one for which you have been programmed. At the thought ofprogramming you wonder if you are a sentient being at all and not acomputer. As your breathing and thoughts calm you drift into a lightsleep marred only by the gentle stroking of you groin. You concentrate,is it really a caress or are you imagining it?It slips away and you realise it was imagination, but there it is backagain, a little more insistent this. She spent a year homeless. Hair matted, eyes both infected, poor education, it was nothing new. Prostitution however that seemed like a good idea at the time. It hadn’t worked. Nothing had. Her first night out she got picked up by an older gentleman. He had a nice car, wore a nice suit, spoke well and he didn’t ask her much and gave her money.Then he told her to get in the car. Part 2Obviously she did follow him into his car. What happened next was almost straight out of a fairy tale. She was. As an old man ... I play games.The factory ... Angel ... had a finished wing from a failed credit order and they were positively ecstatic when we called. It was even the same color ... red and white. Ed drove all night to bring the wing to us ... Iowa isn’t all that far.That failed credit ... call it that ... but the holding company that provided the credit was one of those ‘blind pig’ operations ... and the pigs found the acorn. This led to arrests and the spare wing.Stewart made me work all.