"What? Do you expect me to move to Kuwait, Desh? All of a sudden?" asked an alarmed Manya. The kids were now in a stage where their education was impo...rtant, it was the middle of a school year and they could not move right away."Not right away, but come next weekend Manya", said a very drunk Desh. Manya could hear something in the background, but could not make out what it was."Over my dead body! I am not moving from here Desh. You know we have talked about this before. I do not want to move,. Eve Deckard.’ Dr. Deckard opened the file in front of her, looked me up and down and slowly stood up and walked around the desk. Her long black hair fell onto her shoulders and the buttoned-up white doctor’s jacket accentuated her full tanned breasts. As she stood next to me, she leaned forward, her cleavage close to my face and whispered in my ear: “Runner.” Without question or second thought, I stood up and started disrobing. Not that I had many clothes to shed, my grey jumpsuit, my grey. Her tits were something I couldn't take my eyes off when she was topless. I took those photos into the bathroom, my stroke-base of choice in the house. I peeled off my shorts and underwear, sat on the toilet lid, and proceeded to wank off with renewed intensity. I must have cum at least four times before I came out of the bathroom, and my cock throbbed for the rest of the day from the beating I gave it. Fortunately, mum didn't come home from work until a half-hour later, or else I would have. “Mac, where and when do we meet?” I asked.“Meet me at the University Club on Carolina Ave for lunch at noon,” he demanded. “Bring all your work equipment.”“I turned all that shit in after the last job,” I said.“Okay then, make me a list of what you need to operate independently,” He said.“Fair enough,” I said ending the connection.That night Sally and I had dinner in a town twenty miles away. We were trying hard not to socialize with any of our old friends. I didn’t mind so much, but Sally.