Long platinum blonde hair. Mid to late forties. This woman could be a model. I mean she is toned. She has on a silky short robe thing. She claims she ...got out of the bath. She is showing me around the house but I am having a hard time trying not to stare at her legs. I start my audit, entering information in my I-Pad. I get all done and go over the info with the woman at her kitchen table. It is a glass table in a breakfast nook with lots of sun light. As I am explaining my findings to her I. I found some weird looking dried mushrooms. Not knowing how many to take I munched on the lot, before the guy getting a blow job shouted at me to piss off and find somewhere else. That I didn't’t mind but why he called me a weirdo I will never understand.The club’s were on the other side of a busy road so I took a foot bridge over the busy dual carriage way. On reaching the top of the bridge I needed to pee again. Without any thought I slipped my now almost non existent cock from the side of my. .. "How about we go to the movies, and grab a bite to eat?" I'd love to, but my brother is coming home tonight from college, and dad said I had to stick around the house, and make it a family night." Well, why did you call me over then?" Tommy let a little exasperation creep into his voice."I just wanted to tell you that I love you, and that we should start being more understanding with each other," August smiled, brushing her almost white blonde hair back over her shoulder.Tommy loved her. It was going to be hard to get used to something like this. I started counting the doors. My fingers tapped against the fabric of the bag as it jingled a d swung in my hand. Cell 140 soon appeared over one of the thick metal doors, my stop. This was my next patient, the newest person that was going to be locked away. Well, time to get to work. There was no use dilly-dallying.I didn't bother opening the window hatchet. If they weren't banging their head against the door, I shouldn't be worried..