Smith closed the door and the three of them sat down.“Your first name wouldn’t be Joe, would it?” Jim asked.“That joke’s never been funny. A...d, yes, my first name is Joe.”“All right, since we’ve established the fact that you have no sense of humor, my first question remains. What can I do for you Mr. Friday?”Friday and Smith flashed badges.“We’re with the FMCA, the Federal Mind Control Authority. We investigate all instances of mind control activity. We have reason to believe that you have been. Then I noticed the driver. He had his head bent forward and his upper body was moving up and down. It took me a moment to realize he was jerking his cock very hard. I froze and my heart started to pound. I looked around, and through the bright sunshine saw only one other vehicle in the lot, a black pickup truck with tinted windows three rows away on the right. You were in the driver’s seat but had your head down, busy typing on your laptop, and seemed not to notice me. I couldn't help but. In contrary my husband is very skinny, tall and bit darker in complexion. He wears specs and has little bit of protruding teeth. Overall we were not at all a proper match. Even on bed he has issue of premature ejaculation added to his very tiny penis. Many times he used to come in my hand and then sleep. Thus masturbation was only my resort to find some satisfaction.Often my husband had to go abroad on project as he worked in an IT industry. Last month he went to Zurich on deputation for two. He could not believe just how quick this big man was. He was being forced back, further and further. He was being worn down by this giant of a man. He was tiring, it was becoming more and more difficult to block his blows. He was constantly on the defensive. He had no answer to this man. He thought he saw an opening and lunged forward. Donald parried his blow, catching his sword with his dagger. Donald’s fist lashed out, smashing him in the nose, and knocking him to the ground. Blood poured.