.. I turn my face to the side to breathe a little easier, and seemy helpless reflection in the large mirrored wardrobe. I moan, lookingat the droolin... girl in the mirror, her pink lips wrapped around a whiteball. She looks uncomfortable but so sexy, moaning and whimpering, anelectric tooth brush vibrating in her ass, making her squirm.I don't know how long she leaves me like this, absorbed in my reflection,but when she comes back she chuckles, "Liking the view my bitch?"I whimper around the. " I couldn't help blushing. "Just, don't get caught." dammit, my whole body might as well have been red... "Anyway, I'm gonna get started, and I'll catch up with you later." He smirked and stood up to leave. "Ok. Thanks again." I checked my watch, it was a special made Red-chrome Rolex Jack got me for my birthday last year, it still had the etching in blue on the back- "Always here for you- Jack" That's why I still love him, he always knows what to do, what to say, although, it doesn't always. A thundering, blaring-like thud and thump surfaces and materializes in, shaking and rocking Preston up, jiggling and vibrating the entire room itself. While the beat is this accelerated and mercurial, Prestons dance becomes tortoise-like and sluggardly. With one easy and deliberate grip and cradle of the extremity or pinnacle of his shirt, he hauls and wrests his hands apart so that his shirts buttons are all displaced and ripped apart, scattering and strewing their way helplessly in the. When the British Customs were off the ship and he could transport the cargo to his warehouse then he would consider the job done. He had reviewed and considered every possible contingently. The British bureaucrats were paid off and these final steps should be simple routine. But, Forsyth never trusted "routine".He stood upright and turned away from the harbor activity. He exhaled a cloud of smoke and smiled. He had developed the ability to handle stressful times by emptying his mind of pending.