Let's show Mistress Rachel what she has to work with."Emulating Jerry's unhesitating obedience I stood up and took off my clothes. Mistress Rachel cam... over to me and looked me over carefully. My body hair, so carefully shaved a couple of months ago, was growing back and the stubbly look displeased her.My dick hung submissively limp and she snorted, "Poor Mistress Chris, how in the world could you ever be sexually satisfied with such a worthless cock?"Chris just shrugged her shoulders.Chris had. I was becoming very moist and he had begun to take furtive rubs of his growing member. I slid my hand under the elastic of my knickers and gave my pussy a quick rub. He was now openly rubbing his cock through his pants. "Show me what you've got," I said. As I said earlier, he was no idiot and he unzipped his fly and pulled out a nicely proportioned circumcised cock. I slipped two fingers into my moist hole and he began tugging his pole. I was about to go over and suck him off when the bus. "Do you know where I could find him? You know, to catch up on old times," he explained as if he and the other man were still old buddies."Luke, Riley isn't here because he-" she pushed at her eyeglasses and glanced away. "Well, this is awkward, isn't it? Luke, Riley died a few years ago. I'm sorry. I thought you knew. I could have sworn I remembered seeing you at the funeral."Riley was... dead? "Are you sure?" he demanded. What about the phone calls Sarah had received. The package."Well, I. Annoyed, I pondered whether to leave a note on the stranger’s windscreen, and then decided against it. No point in seeking trouble unnecessarily.Parking at the kerb, I quickly did my normal check on the van’s contents, noting that I needed to restock on bleach, and decided to take up the two-for-the-price-of-one offer on squeegee mops at the local supermarket. You could never have enough cleaning supplies – especially in my business.I slid the side door of my white van closed and, as always,.