I had planned for him to go into the bathroom for a reason. I needed to take a piss. As I fucked his ass, I released. He started screaming again as th... piss squirted out of his ass around my dick. I pulled out off his ass and went over to his mouth. After I had filled his mouth with piss I put my hand over it. Now swallow I said. He did as he was instructed, probably just because it was the only way to get the piss out of his mouth. Good boy, I said. Then I went back to his ass. As I fucked. With a push of button a dark sheet of glass seperated us from view of the driver. I ran a hand over Mr. Saito's pants and felt the erection just beneath. He settled back in the seat and let me open his pants and extract his cock. It was quite small and the skin darker than the rest of him. It was was surrounded by hair that was still quite black but the grey was gradually taking over. His cock was uncircumsized and I rolled back the foreskin and took the tip into my mouth. His stubby fingers. It might be nothing more than radioactive dust left over from the nuclear wars of the twenty-third century." Or even from the twenty-ninth," remarked Sandhya, who was so sceptical of supernatural events that she might as well have been a Buddhist.The cloud of particles then behaved in a way that was very unusual for a swirl of sand or even radioactive dust. They suddenly consolidated as one and blew at speed towards the four tourists. The particles swarmed around the two couples for less than. ‘What do you do?’ She glanced at Kyle. ‘I work for Ben,’ Kyle answered. ‘Tattoo artist,’ he explained when she gave him a blank look. ‘I tattoo people,’ he explained further when it was obvious comprehension hadn’t set in. He turned to me and gave me the what the fuck eyebrow raise. Brains. This bitch needed some. ‘Oh. Are you all tattoo artists?’ She smiled blankly. I couldn’t help the snort that left me. Ho-bag blushed and Ben narrowed his eyes at me. ‘No, babe. Me, Kyle and Jack, there, are.