So far things are going exactly as we planned them.I greeted a few friends and sat at the end of the bar. It was about half an hour before lunch time.... But this little bar doesn't get much of a lunch crowd. The only food they sell is pickled eggs and a variety of chips. There were about a dozen men in the bar. I recognize most of them. It appeared to be just the kind of small, depraved crowd I anticipated when I planned this.Gary finished what he was doing and came down to the end of the bar to. Or at least caught or found something that nearly gave his masturbation away. One time he came home while his sister was home on break and she was sitting at his computer. She had window after window opened all of sites and saved pictures of Mature Women, MILFS, Mature Blonde, Aged Anal. Jon froze in shock, he wasn’t sure if she’d seen or if there was anything saved on their that explicitly gave him away like, Mom, Mom/son, Incest, Piss/Scat, Mom pisses on son’s face, Son is a Scat Slave…If. I gasped as her tongue slipped across the head, lapping at the pre-cum that ran like a river. She ludely spat on it and took the head into her talented mouth. I watched as the young slut swallowed me to the base and I almost shot when I felt her tongue snake out to tease my balls. I grabbed the back of her head, which she seemed to really enjoy, and began to guide her mouth up and down. “No hands baby. Just that mouth.” I instructed. She did as I said and I instead felt her fingers working on. I didn’t think I could get by on tea and English muffins.My mates and I separated shortly before nine. They and Ambassador Davies were off to see the sights. I asked my mates to pick up some souvenirs they thought I would like and some for my two secretaries.My meeting with Prime Minister Attenborough started at 0900. I listened while his staff did what my staff did every morning - a security briefing both world and domestic. I listened to a detailed briefing on the Irish Republican Army. It.