I'm sure the answer's inside, though."With that, the man turned and disappeared through the door."Cool!" This was Janet. "You know he had a gun too?" ...h come off it! This isn't America, you can't wander the streets carrying guns, you know." I don't care, I saw the bulge." She thought for a bit. "Well it was a weapon of some sort anyway."Kate ignored her. She carried the package into her office and placed it on her desk. She stared at it as if it was a bomb or contained live spiders or something. In the end, all girls are born equal. That much he had learned since he was driving for Shaq. Black or white, red or yellow, voluptuous or hard bodied, rich or poor, young or old... You name it. Over time he had observed them ALL on that backseat, and they ALL were after just one thing: BLACK COCK. In ample size please, thank you. Wilson could now add one entry to his list: "Famous, or a nobody."In the absence of other thoughts, the amateur anthropologist within him often pondered about what it. I was pushing the lobby button on the elevator when she caught up with me. “Did you mean that?” she asked breathlessly when the doors opened. I stepped in, “Mean what?” “That you’d consider…you know?” “I’m not following you.” “Toooom, dooon’t,” she whined, stamping her foot. “Perhaps,” I said quietly, “but if it happens, and I stress the word IF, no one’s going to know about it, understand?” She nodded her head vigorously, sending her sable hair every which way. “Good.”. I did a few house chores in the morning and then found myself walking around a local gay leather and adult bookstore. I was not sure what I was looking for so I walked up to the sexy silver haired man behind the counter. I explained the situation, which surprised me. The man grabbed be by the shoulder and walked me over to the shower shot area. He handed me the exact thing I needed and as I was leaving the silver-haired man smiled, slapped me on the ass and whispered into my ear that he was.