..errr...costume???Oh no, ma’am!? they all said, looking as if butter wouldn’t melt in their mouths. ?Good! Well in that case, gentlemen, we’l... lock your clothes securely away, and re-issue them to you at the end of the day. Depending on your performance, of course! We are all driven by performance on Butt’s Farm, aren’t we, Mr Cobblestones??Cobblestones was beyond words.?So, gentlemen?, said Edith, not wishing to give them any time to think. ?You have a busy day ahead of you. You must. .. but one must wait to deserve pleasure... I will reclaim my hardened cock and will rub it softly against her moist pussy lips... I will occasionally collect her oozing pussy juices at the entrance of her craving pussy and continue rubbing her lips with my tip... by now her clit is hard as a rock, nipples erect and pussy lips swollen like a stunning and lingering mouth waiting to be kissed. Very softly I will lean down on her pussy and with my fully extended tongue will brush up from her. He got up and opened a door I’d never seen, hidden in the dark under thestaircase that led up to the upper deck. There was an “Upper Deck is Closed” sign already up because ofthe bridges and locks. He asked if I wanted to see so I got up and walked in. There were already a couple of tables inside and it was a really small room, and very dark. He grabbed my hand again and turned me to face him and walked me back to a table. He d**g one chair to one corner of the square table and another to the. He’d made a decent living between his handyman work and his occasional forays into illegality. He tried anything that would make him a quick buck. He’d stolen the occasional expensive possession, scammed a few rich widows, and even driven the getaway car for a burglary of a pretty ritzy jewelry store.It was time to move on. He wasn’t a big fish but there were too many reasons to get the hell out of the city. Besides a bunch of bad guys looking for him, so were the good guys. He had seen some.