There should be enough traffic to insure that the roads were in good condition.Dallas was not just like any other small Western town. It was like any ...other large Western town. The streets were dusty, the store fronts were dirty, the place smelled bad, but there was a difference from small towns: there was a saloon and a brothel in every block. Sometimes on the same side of the street, and sometimes on opposite sides of the street, but, both in the same block.There was something else you didn't. Facebook reminded me of this. I decided that this might be a good reason to meet Andrey. I still have a bottle of expensive cognac, which my friends gave me for the last new year. I don't really like cognac, so it was not a gift to give.I kept waiting for Andrey to invite me, but this did not happen. And yet I decided to congratulate him. I wrote a message. And almost immediately received an answer with gratitude. I decided to continue the conversation. He asked how you were doing. Sent a sad. Each had certain advantages and disadvantages, and I didn’t want to hole up like a cornered rat without at least one of my pistols! Upon leaving, I discovered that Sir Adrian had covered all of my expenses for my overnight stay and he had also left for me with the Club Manager a rather stout package. The parcel was all wrapped up in sturdy brown butcher paper and then extremely securely tied on all sides with the twine sealed with red wax, ensuring that the package had not been opened since. The promise of her mouth on my cock did make my cock twitch to life a bit when I was meeting with Dr. Cargill. Beth licked slowly from the base of my cock to the sensitive underside of the tip. My cock throbbed in anticipation. Again she licked me like a dripping ice cream cone, this time locking her eyes on mine. Damn, I loved it. She continued teasing me with her lips and tongue, but still had not begun sucking. A drop of pre-cum glistened from the tip and Beth said “Mmm” before kissing it..