”“Call Jamie,” says a voice in the back of my head. “He’ll know what to do. If nothing else, he’ll make me feel a little better … he alw...ys does.”So I dial the number …….no answer. “He must be asleep.”The call goes to voice mail ….“I can’t take your call right now … blah, blah, blah … Leave a message and I’ll get back to you.”“Jamie, I really need to talk to you. PLEASE call me back as soon as you can.”“Now what?” Just as the thought of going to a bar starts to sound like a viable option, I. Suddenly he swiveled toward me, his face just centimeters from mine. ‘I prefer it when you call me sir, Clara,’ he whispered, then continued strolling without batting an eye, as if nothing had happened. As if he hadn’t just stopped my heart altogether. After a few minutes of stunned silence, I quietly insisted again, ‘I know you’ve been looking at me. I may be bad at getting signals, but I’m not that dumb…’ He inhaled deeply, then let out a thoughtful breath, ‘Yes, Clara. I have been looking at. As his cockhead touches her labia, he slides it up and down slowly till he feels where he needs to be and then he thrusts from the hips. The head and three or four inches slide up her slimy chute easily. “Oh yes, it is fucking big.” she moans, stopping her attack on the girls pussy for a second.With his cock lodged in her pussy he can stand up now and he sees no need to take it easy this time. So he pulls out slightly before thrusting again, sliding two third of the thick shaft into her. She. This didn’t bother me, nor should it have. I continued to walk, though I did become more cautious. A few moments later, the mist enveloped me. I lost the stars, the moon, I was deep inside a gray nothingness. It was thick, as if I was back in Victorian London, walking dockside without the terrible smells of decay, filth, and city life. I felt the temperature fall, which caused an unsuspected chill to go through my body. I stopped for a moment, trying to get my bearings, try to get away from the.