The places that remain in business aren’t welcoming to strangers, with reinforced doors and shady looking owners sitting behind the registers. Polic... cars survey the dark streets for ne’er do wells, but everyone knows that the officers aren’t the ones running the city’s remains. The mobs hold the power here and to cross the wrong person could be a death sentence for any unfortunate soul.As darkness takes hold over Circovia, the businesses start to close, and the streets grow quiet once more.. A body geared to the muggy warmth of Central America was at a real disadvantage in a New York winter storm, but he pushed on stubbornly.After a few blocks, the fresh air cleared some of the fumes from his head. His strides lengthened as his muscles warmed to their work, and he no longer noticed the sting of sleet against his face.He stopped suddenly as a fierce gust of wind whined around the corner of a building. Yes! There it was again! He broke into a run as another faint cry for help came. Meanwhile Basher’s butt rise and fall as he pumped, his hairless heavy balls dangling down between his legs and slapping against Sheela’s ass. She was panting and moaning along with the grunting of Basher as he fucked and those her filled my ears. I was also getting the hard-on inside my pants.She was really itchy and she had the medicine herself.“Aaagh aghh aghh harder much harder” she ordered and groaned. I got a feeling that she is nearing a climax. It was true. Her body shook violently and. He changed it from himself to an unnamed "big wig". He also raised questions as to why, by my own admission, I wasn't seeing a physician or therapist. This was a strange behavior for someone who doesn't even remember her parents. He then subversively pointed out the convenient gaps in my memory of my past, versus my full memory of the business. He also let the grapevine know that there was a therapist at my disposal, wondering to anyone who cared whether I would use the help. If not, why.