"I thought I might aid those with the worstproblems." Well, that's just what we need," he swore. "The nut helping the nutty." Yes, and the first thing...I'd do is tell people to do is relax, andlearn to be practical again. It's almost thirty-five degrees Celsius outhere, and look at you. You're about drop from heat exhaustion allwrapped up in that dress uniform you insist on wearing."After all, would it really hurt if you dropped the dress code out here?It's not like Earth-Gov is going to. I spend some time with her, trying not to listen to all her suggestions about what can we do this summer, or what she has found out lately about the thing we participated in last year—that’s a long story…—or her remarks about Dirk and how similar he is to our old friends. Then we watch a movie; as always with me, it has to be some classic; this time, "Vacation in Rome". Before she leaves, she instructs me to inform her how the situation with my cousin is resolving itself; and she winks. Eh,. She whimpered and whined as she quickly stripped off her clothes. “Take off those shoes and socks pussy, I want you buck-ass naked before I let you in.” I watched with a devious smile, then I ordered. Toss your clothes inside first. He followed my order, then I just stared at him. “Okay, so far so good, now I want you to repeat after me. I am a slut whore for Simba Mweusi’s big black dick, for he is my daddy, my father, my black god.” He repeated the declaration quickly as his eyes scanned up. I was oblivious to the occasional looks from others in the subway car, but he was reveling in the attention.“There’s a woman over there in the corner who wishes she was you,” he said in a low, sexy tone. “Do you want me to stop?”I shook my head, incapable of speech, and backed my ass into his body. I felt his hardness poking through his trousers and moaned a little.“Ah, my dirty girl needs more than a finger, doesn’t she?”I whimpered, “Mm-hmm.”I felt his hand reach between us and unzip his.