Mujhe to jaise moka sa mil gaya tha maine turant kaha lagta koi nas chad gayi hai aapko malish karwani padegi to wo kahne lagi kon karega malish yanha...to koi bhi nahi hai to maine foran kaha agar aapko bura na lage to mai kar du pahle to mana karne lagi par mai apne se uth kar un k paas chala gaya or thoda jor karne laga to maan gayi or kahne lagi kaise karoge kisi ko pta chal gaya to maine kaha nahi chalega maine sida se oil ki choti bottle uthai or kaha aap let jao wo mere samne ulti let gayi. I slipped in and turned the air jets on. The motion of the water felt really good against my bare skin. I turned and knelt on the bench against the side so that a jet shot directly onto my cock. What an incredible masturbating machine. I was shaken out of my sensual stupor by someone saying, “Mind of I join you?” I turned and saw a distinguished looking black gentlemen, tall, in shape, with graying moustache and hair. I have a difficult time telling a black person’s age, but I assume he was in. That might not go down so well if the truth got out?” Now the Landlord joined in the fun of seeing the tables turned on Bob Tailor. “Rumours! You can’t throw mud at me!” Bob was clearly on the defensive now, and glanced around the room in quick shifty gestures, as the crowd turned on him. All wanted an explanation. “You were mixed up with that jewel robbery. A smash and grab. Someone wrapped newspaper around a brick, trying to look innocent, as they walked through the town.” The Landlord. I ran back over what I had done. I couldn't think of anything damaging that he could have seen from the back of a moped. He lacked the thousands of dollars worth of equipment necessary for any surveillance to have paid off. Still one day I might slip up or he might find a way to follow my truck. After all it was only months before he turned sixteen. He would presumably be driving an automobile by then."If that is true, then we do have a problem. If he has pictures of me, then he has them of you.