I nodded deep in thought, then looked at both of them. "Uh, not to seem ungrateful, but why and how the hell are you both here?" We both figured that ...ou were following the others, to see if the Fletecon would go after them. As we surmised it did, so we were here waiting for it to make a move.I just shook my head. I knew they were far smarter than they let on. I also knew that they were being tracked by the Sifi people, though I imagined it was far harder than it used to be. I also knew that. He said no he knew a secluded place. I closed the app and he instructed me where to drive and we ended up at an old and long forgotten fishing hole. Way overgrown and clearly no activity there save for a few tire tracks from car doing exactly what we were doing. I pulled in about 50 yards and put the car in park. He was still playing with his cock and it was still hard. He turned to me and told me to take my pants down; I was wearing sweat pants and easily went down to my ankles exposing my. He worked them over his hips, the one hand alternating sides and back, pushing his undershorts down at the same time. His cock popped into view.It was bigger than mine, but not much, I was glad to note. It stood out from his dark brown crotch hair at full thrust. Ken got his shorts down as far as his knees and quit.He took his dick in his hand. "See what I've got for you, Patty? You know you like it. It's a big, fat cock, Patty, and it's just for you. I'm going to stick it in your pussy in just. "What are they?" I'd asked.He'd looked at me incredulously. "Seriously? You've not heard of them? Fucking hell, you're in for a treat then!"So here I was, a month later, wandering through the crowded streets of the Japanese capital; a flashy, bright, busy metropolis.I snaked through the crowds to find myself in the Akihabara district. Maid Café central, or so Google informed me.I turned into a side-road, skirting round the various groups of fellow tourists and fashionable gangs of Japanese.