"And they frequently need to piss with them."Miss Frost blushed at the crude language. "But why do I have to be here? Why not an office upstairs?" You...are being punished, is why!" snapped Miss Holliday. "Do you want me to tell Mr. Leahy that you refuse the assignment?" No--no, please don't," squeaked Miss Frost. "I-I'll try." Good. I'll pick you up at noon." And Miss Holliday left.The morning was a slow horror. Trains would disgorge a knot of men who would rush to the urinals. Whiffs of urine. She then yanks my trousers down to reveal the bulge. im really nervous now, this must be a trick. go on, show me what u do. i slowly reach for himand start to stroke as i would, i cant even look at her,as much as i want to. i close my eyes and after a minute i feel my cock being squeezed, whats happening, i look with oe eye and shes got a hand on my shaft. i tremble, she says its ok, its natural, hes turned on and needs attention, just lay back and relax. it feels so so nice. i feel her. She pulled her bike onto the gravel driveway and dropped it next to the old drunk's beat up Ford pickup. The front door was wide open and she could see inside the living room. The place was a shithole, with trash littering the floor. Empty beer cans were everywhere and the air stank of cigarettes and stale beer. Against the wall, where a couch might normally be was a bed and on top of that lay the sleeping lump of Emmett Johnson.Nervously, Connie called his name a couple of times from the. ”Artimus wasn’t quite sure what to make of this young man now. Even after he’d made a point of showing that he could see through the Emperor of the Empire and that this assassination would be the bargaining chip he would use to force the guild into compliance, the man still agreed to it for a price.He was rather conflicted now. He wanted to use this to entrap the Dark Brotherhood into the service of his clan and empire but instead felt like he was now walking into a trap. Nonetheless, he pushed.