But first, a little side trip to check in on Tom and Mouse. Out on the waterfront, a warehouse door opened slowly. Devon limped in and shut it behind ...him. He was soaking wet, pissed off and showing signs of exhaustion. He crossed the cement floor, bare feet echoing through the building, and headed for the safe in the corner. He deftly turned the combination lock and reached inside for the black velvet bag. Unrolling it on the floor, he loosened one of the syringes and, taking the plastic cap in. So I asked them to come some other time but they were ignoring me. I tried to convince them asked them to give their number to me and told them that when all will come I’ll give them a call and then they can come. After half an hour they were convinced. Telling you the truth one of them was super hot and the kurta that she was wearing was deep cut and her cleavage was visible and it was so deep. My inner feelings started rising and my manhood was rushing with blood. I think that she also. I took it as she wanted privacy so as I released my grip, she tightened hers."Sorry. I didn't mean you, when I said that."Please stay." OK," I told her."I have no idea where the paper is nor where the waste basket is."You know," she said as she tugged lightly on the tampon string, "Where would I throw this thing out. They don't flush too well."I got in deep trouble when I clogged up the plumbing at one house. I got the strap that time. I couldn't sit for a week."Never did that again."The Social. I try to push the thoughts from my mind as I want to get cleaned up first. I tilt my head back into the hot steamy water. I feel it run through my hair down my shoulders, back, and teasing my breasts and my thoughts. Oh I so want to play, but after the shower I remind myself. I pump the cleansing conditioner into my hand and then run it through my curls with my manicured nails. I check my nails to see whether they need to be touched up or whether I am still good.I smile as I note the fill can.