It wasn’t much, but it offered exactly the level of anonymity I needed. As for the actual move, I had so few things that I was able to handle it by ...yself. Another aspect of my new situation required that I use an alias for this part of my life. Except at school, my Florida name was Nick Manchik. I had false papers, bank accounts, an entire false life created. As I was unloading the U-Haul, the guy from across the street came over with a twelve pack of cold ones, and invited me for a beer. ‘Not yet,’ he whispered. ‘What do you want to eat?’ ‘You know what I want to eat,’ she answered, licking her lips. ‘But what do you want to order?’ asked Blake. ‘I can’t tell,’ Boom Boom said, throwing the menu aside. ‘I don’t know what this says.’ Blake looked at her in astonishment. ‘You mean you can’t read?’ ‘I — I guess not,’ said Boom Boom. ‘You know best, anyway! Tell the girl with the tiny tits what to bring, okay?’ ‘You mean the waitress? Okay,’ Blake agreed. This treatment was. Vexi quirked an eyebrow, considering the message. Should I respond? Was that comment too pushy? And what's with his name? She pressed onto his profile to scan it. People still lied on those though. Maybe she shouldn't respond. He could be a weirdo."Fuck it," Vexi whispered as she typed a quick and clumsy hello. VexineXX: It was alright. Just another Friday. How about you? Oh my god that was so lame. Vexi shook her head and groaned. He won't respond now. A notification sounded as her eyes were. Inside was an unmarked CD, guessing the easiest way to find out who had sent it, I slipped it into the TV.The disc opened on a tall muscular black man standing naked, alone in the middle of a bedroom. He had the largest cock I had ever seen hanging down his thigh. Suddenly a pair of soft white hands took hold of his cock and they began to caress it. It was obvious that those hands were of a mature woman; I even noticed a wedding ring on her left hand. The shot was from the back of the woman's.