..i know it was an hour went by,that we didnt say 5 words,just passed this crack pipe back an forth,back an fortheverytime i would look at him he was ...stearing right though me,he would just grin an shack his head he loaded that pipe,with a BUNCH of crack,an being a good soldier i took a hit that made me fall completely outta my seat,on to the floor,i climbed back up,an was stearing right in2 his crotch,when i realized,that his leg had a 14 inch pipe all the way to his knee..well my 40d cup. The concrete facade was familiar, as werethe black faux-leather sofas in the reception area. Even the man whocame to meet him to take him to the office where the financial recordswere kept would have raised few eyebrows in any number of respectablebusinesses. His shirt was a little bright perhaps, his hair a littleslick, but nothing of any particular note or consequence. Indeed therereally was nothing to cause the professional, unflappable Mr Hale totreat the job as anything other than. She told me to get my camera and then she untied the scarf and even held her sister’s legs open for me. I got more than just one picture and I got my wife in some of them too. Then my wife surprised me by taking the camera and telling me to have some fun with Angie.I fucked that bottle into her, I grabbed a handful of tit flesh, and I pulled on her nipples really hard until I thought that I would rip her nipples off.When I told my wife that I wanted to fuck Angie, she told me that it would be. He paid the $5 and then added a $5 tip. The bartendermade a face that said, "not bad" and then Rockwood ordered another shot andput a $20 down and said, "another shot and a question." The bartender noddedand poured a shot."Seen a guy around here lately, bald, looks like shit, scar on his face,likes to drink and fight?" The bartender smirked and took the twenty, "couldbe anybody."Rockwood grinned. He always liked letting the bartenders get that joke outof the way when he was looking for someone,.