.. We like it the way it is and more so the way it was ... so stop trying to change it to look like Russia or China, or some other socialist country!I... you were born here and don’t like it, you’re free to move to any country that will have you.I also think the cops have the right to pull you over if you’re breaking the law, regardless of what colour you are, but not just because you happen to ride a bike.No, I don’t mind having my face shown on my driver’s license. I think it’s good ... and. Hey, let me do something that will make this even better for you.” And as he said that, and before I could answer him, I felt his hands rubbing up and down between my cheek butts then over my asshole and then down over my balls to my cock. I never had a guy touch me before and I was really nervous and didn’t know what to do. I guess he could sense my reluctance and told me “…. it’ll be just fine, no one will know”. Then as I resumed fucking his s****r I felt something other than his hand on my. He shuddered at the memory. That had been the night things had changed, well not true. Things began to change the day his father was murdered. He left his home and came to a new place and things just got weirder and weirder.He had to admit he was glad for the change, he still felt the pain of losing his dad. However, now the pain was still there, just not as bad.That brought his mind to the present and more importantly the tournament. He had been summoned to the office during class. I did mumble something but it did not seem to impress them. 'Mr Smith did say you would follow him, he has left a message for you.''Can you tell me now?'I was desperately looking about the room for my underpants. There was nothing. My 6" heels lay where they had been discarded when Mr Smith had walked me to the window of the hotel, overlooking London city. My sheer red dress was on the floor where he had lifted it over my head, before kissing my neck and running his hands over me, in full view.