Tammy has gone off that afternoon to make a routine message drop to Bobby R. Bolizi and his brother Sean. They've been in a dispute with another of wh...t the papers like to call "underworld families." I like to call 'em pathetic sleazeballs.Tammy had insisted that she go alone on this, something I wasn't entirely sure had been a good idea. But as a backup, I'd had one of my street informers, Sammy the Sleeper, quietly hang out on the corner of Bleecker and Broadway, where Tammy was supposed to. "Look at that!" Larry intructed."Is that....? Yes it is! I think we may get a show, man!" Jake whisperedSasha, getting wetter by the second, slid away from her desk and preceeded over to close the other blinds and to change the "OPEN" sign to the opposite. She locked the door and walked back to her desk to sit down. Sliding her chair back, she propped her smooth tanned leg on the edge of the desk. Not knowing of her eager audience in front of the window aside her desk, she slips her hand. When it all stopped, I pulled off of his cock and let him settle down. When I was sure that he was okay, I got up and headed for the door. Still breathing hard, he managed, “Where are you going?”I smiled back at him and said, “I’m pretty sure that you are dry now, and I have been neglecting my fishing duties. I’ll see you, topside.”After opening the door, I picked up our clothes and laid his on the bed before slipping my thong bikini back on myself. I closed the door behind me to give him some. She wasn’t beautiful but she was pleasant looking. She was petite – under 5 feet tall and about 90 pounds. Her body was curvy but thin although not skinny. She had a round face and medium brown skin. She spoke limited English but enough so I could understand her.I only paid her a few dollars each time she came to my condo. I sometimes felt guilty but it was the going rate. It was a matter of supply and demand. I paid her very little but I could easily find 20 replacements in a snap of a.