Going back into the main house she gets Phyllis aside and says, “Please come into the bunkhouse because I need to speak to you for a moment, in priv...te.” When Phyllis starts to turn away she continues with, “The Falcon sees all.” Stunned by this clan warning code Phyllis immediately follows Grace.In the bunkhouse Grace hands Phyllis a pistol with belt from her locker plus one of the squad radios, “Bring these with you tomorrow. They’re insurance in case there’s trouble.” Phyllis nods yes. A few minutes later a cab found me.“Are you ok ?”, the nice man asked“Yeah…don’t worry…I’m fine”, I answered, and we drove off.-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It was getting pretty cold out there at night so I decided to find tricks indoors. One place I could always go to without taking a car was one of the local brothels. There were of course many in Boston but one nice brothel was situated a few blocks. It was only a few minutes and I could hear a sound I've heard many times over coming from my wife. I knew she was getting ready to cum and with each stroke she worked further down the shaft. She was over half way in when she started to grind on his cock and I knew she was cumming and assured of it as she moaned with her head thrown back. Her orgasm which is usually just a few seconds was going on what seemed forever and I could see her cum running down his balls till finally she just. All I saw was a cock that I knew would thrill me like no other.Hold it in an upward angle, I ran my tongue all the way up the base of this penis, relishing his taste, his sweat. Before I even reached the head, precum started to ooze from the head. As I arrived at the head to taste and savor his juice, I could hear him gasp, feel his hips move forward, pushing his meat closer to me.As I felt the wrinkle on the underside of his cock head, I began stroking my hands up and down his shaft. This made.