I feel Carly's fingers tug my hair which only spurs me on further."You're in a car-park for christ sakes!" Travis yells.You're one to talk, Mister 'su...ck my cock in all places public'... Geez!I move a little and start fingering her pussy with one, then two, then three and then four fingers. Just pumping in and out, in and out, in and out. I look at Carly's face which is priceless. Although Travis's face should be on camera. In fact...I take out my phone and snap a quick picture of Travis's face.. "I quickly handed over the little red satin purse and the thin-faced black man tore it open, not bothering to work the little silver angel clasp. I felt heartbroken: I loved that adorable purse! The black man took out a folded sheet of paper and opened it up. Usually Lise allows me a twenty-dollar bill in my purse in case I need cab fare home. I'd never seen the document the black man was reading: it looked like some kind of contract.The black man looked up from the paper and pointed with his. " Nikkie drags a bale of hay out of the small barn. "Grab another bale, and follow me, Spade. You can meet my best friends." At the back of the barn, in a four strand wire enclosure, six horses gather at the make shift gate to greet her. She opens the gate and shreds the hay into the feed bunk. Spade does the same with the other bale and watches as Nikkie rubs faces and talks to the horses. "I had three of these beauties and the rancher down the road was going to get rid of his three. I didn't. His neighbours think him a seer, and kept their mouths shut whenever questioned about him by the authorities. The French thought him Dutch, the Dutch thought him a Walloon, and the Walloons thought he was French ... he speaks all three language with fluency." Wouldn't his surname give some clue as to his nationality?"Stafford laughed. "Indeed it would have, my dear fellow, but Timothy took his wife's name after their marriage ... Pompidou, or some such I believe."I should have realised an.