Mr. Smith was not having an easy time of it. He was being buffeted on all sides by short punches as the group walked toward the bank and there was som... loud talking by everybody. Butch was carrying a large sack which he hoped to fill with money, and his two henchmen were carrying cudgels which they were using to poke Mr. Smith.Mr. Smith was the stereotypical successful businessman of the era: he was greatly overweight and obviously uncomfortable at being forced to WALK for more than 2 miles.. In the end my good nature won out and I replaced the box with its tape still inside, on the shelf.Some weeks later I got around to mentioning the wall of videos in his study."Oh them," he chuckled, "a life time collection. When I first started I took any job I could; one of the first was duping porno tapes at a fiver a go. Kept the company afloat; I've kept copies of all of them in my collection."What about the tapes with hand written labels?" I asked."Oh them, well when I was younger I was. This was in the days before mobile phones and although I had a PC back home in the UK, there was no internet.I only had one succesful sexual liaison, despite bar crawling 5 to 7 days a week. That was with a barmaid at the above mentioned bar, her name was Arianne (thanks Arianne xx).So I had just got my new flat, near the Commission. I was just on the verge of getting my new girlfriend to move over from the UK to live with me in Brussels. My sex drive was higher than ever and I still wanted to. He stared at my naked body and climbed over beside me. He turned and faced me. His muscled body and his tanned skin touching mine, He climbed between my legs. He started kissing my stomach and played with my erect nipples, the way he touched me was making me feel even more wet below.He took his right hand and started to play with my wet clit. He knew I enjoyed it and started to tease me a little more. He put one finger in and I released a moan. He put another finger in and started going in and.