He closed his eyes to shut it all out."Are you all right, mister?"Startled, Harry opened his eyes, to see a young girl sitting opposite him. "Yes, yes.... I'm fine, thank you. Just passing thoughts."If only she knew what those thoughts had been. Probably think him a dirty old man. Well, wasn't he? Pursuing memories like these.“The next station will be Barsea. Alight here for the beach and promenade.”Here it came. The most precious recall, yet it could be the most hurtful. Old Harry closed his. Now for the next 10- 15 minutes was just drilling her ass and making her suck the juices off his cock. I see Ashley staring up at him and she asks him if she can lick his black asshole please the man says of course and turns around spreading his hairly black ass cheeks and ashleys on her knees licking his hairly ass hole and kissing his puckered asshole passionately while she reached around and kept jerking off his meat spear. he said girl I need to take a leak again. she nodded, dropped to her. He walked with just a slight almost unnoticeable limp. He was not quite six foot tall and probably one hundred and eighty pounds. He was the color of coffee with just a touch of cream. There was some white in his gene pool for sure. His hair was too short to be in the least curly. As I think I said earlier he looked like he might have been a gym rat.Joan Pacer arrived along with her staff of three women, at 2PM exactly to the minute. They spread out over the empty offices like a swarm of. Gray was preparing a response, but didn’t get a chance to speak before the boss was already turning away. So, he simply said, ‘Perhaps I’ll have a chat with Mr. White,’ to the departing man’s back. ————– Mr. White’s ‘workroom’ was in the basement of the building. The walls were designed to dampen sound, and the highest security measures were in place to assure that no one got in or out of the room who shouldn’t. Gray had ample clearance to sweep effortlessly through security to the basement,.