I'd deliberately established the boundaries in the program to put Clara's apartment outside it but most other innocent places inside the boundaries. I... figured that Clara would not go to Betty's house but if they were to meet it would be at Clara's apartment. What I couldn't control was if they met elsewhere, but it didn't seem to make sense for them to do that. But then, what makes sense when you're dealing with a cheater.Occasionally, Betty did drift outside my pre-established boundries, but. " I can't say I was surprised. Too many size queens, and not enough big dicks to go round. Nevertheless I did get a step nearer to seeing the legendary member a week or so later. Me and a couple of mates from the club, Josh Blake and Tom (Shirley) Basset had gone back to Josh's flat, after Alex's had closed, to drink some more and watch porn. It so happened that Josh shared the flat with Alan/Alice, though I remarked that she was conspicuous by her absence. "Probably at Double Decker. “He was just a stableboy, but he had a tool much like yours, not as thick of course, but nearly as long, and the endurance of youth. I think he came six times in an hour. I can still see his grimace and smell his sweat. Father sent him away, poor lad.”“Ah,” I said, counting my stones and surprised to find both still present.“Now,” she said, “I need my rest. There’s an empty room just down the hall. The door is open.”Obediently, I rolled out and found my clothes.She put her finger to her lips. He's a good laborer, looking for a job, excellent with horses," Artesia improvised on the spot, pointing at me as if I were a signboard. Nothing flustered her.Her husband was a tall, thin man with a short wig, sallow skin and skinny legs in silk hose. He was wearing dark, well-cut clothes, a very fancy waistcoat, carefully tied neckcloth and short, shiny boots with small, silver buckles. His face with thin, smallpox scarred, and his nose long and also pock-marked. He looked at me as if I were a.