Usually they involved beautiful women. “Gene pool” visas, we called them.Not this kid. Jackass. I mean, how stupid do you have to be to include th... employment letter, the one that tells you to apply for a visitor visa “and avoid the hassle” of a work visa, in with your application and passport.I outlined this quickly for the ambassador. He was not pleased.“Look, issue that visa. Just do it.”Here’s the moment, another one, where I earn my salary.“I’m sorry, Mr. Ambassador, but that is not an. I quickly put my stuff in the front seat of my BMW and then helped him load his many bags into the trunk of his Ford Escort. “My name is Eddie by the way and you are?” he asked. “Sorry, I’m Andrew. But most folks call me Andy,” I said as we accidentally touched. “I hate to eat alone and I have the stuff to make a nice salad and garlic bread for us at my house. So if you want to share your steaks, we could eat together and get to know one another. I have a nice grill, all ready to go and we. Yun was laid splayed infront of Mer grabbing her tiny breasts in a tight grip as she tugged at the nipples painfully with Mer’s face buried deep in her snatch as she licked away with the help of the hard thrusts she received from Tierah.I watched as her big round ass jiggled under the force as they crushed against Tierah’s firm torso.I could see the form of a tent peaking from under my robes as the sexual energy rose in the room.Mer was wailing her throes of ecstasy as Tierah’s face grimaced in. We actually watched the coronation the year before and were the talk of the street having ‘the box’ and inviting in the neighbour`s to watch!Anyway back to the story, we lived in a row of terraced two up and two down houses, in the back streets of a seaside town, we had an inside toilet, unusual in the area, a bathroom with hot water, tacked on to a tiny kitchen, and a tiny back yard with a shed for dad to potter in, (his hobby for some years was building bird boxes, wooden toys and the like,.