To this day I’m still not sure why it started exploding on startup and refusing to recover from it. The furnace was full of soft fluffy black soot f...oating all over everything. That was the penchant of crusty old oil furnace dinosaurs.We suspected the ignition transformer, weak spark or dead and we took all lengths to make sure everything was perfect, settings, oil supply. The heat exchanger was hot after several starts, attempts, testing. But when the burner started one more time the fire went. “Thank you so much for holding the door open for me, kind sir,” she said, in one of those Home Counties’ accents from some anonymous but pretentious ladies’ finishing school in Hertfordshire or Surrey somewhere; you know the type, shrill high pitched voices, all rounded vowels and overly pronounced consonants.“You’re welcome, Miss,” I replied, a little annoyed, both at her and myself.I had rather looked forward to sharing the carriage with my client and, as I had no time to find another. He had the pick of the best black arses in the land and his wealth, already considerable, was much greater in comparison in a country where lives were cheap and everyone's anus was for the shafting. Nevertheless nothing could forever hold back the rough justice of civil war and the subsequent collapse of the Congolese government. So, before the time arrived when he would be strung up and disembowelled like so many other notable foreign residents, Sir Norman decided to take the lesser risk of. His eyes trailed up her smooth alabaster legs, following the little glossy rivulets snaking up to her pussy, pink and puffy, suffused with blood. Her clit was peeking out of her hood, straining against its confines. A slender waist with her bosom bouncing forth as she danced towards Jun, her dark concentric nipples rhythmically moving in time. Her neck bore the signs of many love bites, the foundation of a gorgeous visage, long black hair, almond eyes, button nose and thick lips. It was.