Figured it must be a Chinese menu or something. I pulled it out and got in the car to read it. "Bitch, stop by tomorrow after work, and don't try to p...retend you didn't get this, there's more where it came from. Trust me, Black Daddy" I opened it up and it was a pic of me, eyes closed, lips wrapped around his massive dick. There was a string of drool dripping down my chin like I was really enjoying myself. My stomach dropped I couldn't for the life of me remember him taking pictures. I looked. One or two menhad been arrested on some suspicion or other. One had even been shotwhile trying to escape but Yayal said that the Turks were not likely togive up the search."I do not want to keep this so-called disguise longer than I have to,"I protested. The next few days were filled with embarrassment. I wasbored sitting in the wagon, yet any time I ventured out, I was awarethat the Gypsies were scrutinizing me. The tale of my change must havegot out. Their reactions varied between smirks and. It was a Suit with a back zipper, short legs but attached hands and hood with pin prick eyes but open mouth. Ass and crotch were free, so codpiece and anal zipper of the leggings were still usefull. It was a combination in which the leggings could be considered underwear but covered parts the suit would have left open. But i wanted full coverage.Wearing the combination, it looked like i wore a complete suit. But since the sub suit had a lockable zipper and attached hood etc, i was completely. I’ve always kept in decent shape for forty-eight, though.Barry had that pathetic hang-dog look on his face whenever I denied him sex. I felt pity this time.“You know we haven’t had sex for a while, have we?” I said, pretending to be excited. “Okay, let’s do it.”Barry eagerly got out a condom and peeled it over his barely 4-inch penis. We spent a whopping three minutes in the missionary position, then he ejaculated. He rolled onto his side, pleased with himself and quickly fell asleep.I sat on.