It wasn’t a pee-stain either; no argument about it, it was the remains of a cum-stain! So here I was, standing in the locked cubicle, leaking pre-cu...m like mad into my own damp Speedos, now barely containing my painfully trapped and engorged tool, and in my hands I had a pair of someone else’s cum-stained swim-shorts!I began wondering if he had actually aroused himself and cum while he was in the pool wearing them. Maybe he masturbated in the very cubicle I was now standing in and then left. Marina was curious about the beautiful young white girl who fought from time to time at the market. She had not seen her for a couple of weeks and was worried for her.Then one day she heard a collision in the street near where she was staying. Two rickety old vehicles had collided. One of them was a taxi, similar to that which had taken her to the hotel months ago,. Perhaps it was the same taxi.The servant, who had been on a shopping expedition, came running into the house. She looked extremely. It seemed so out of reach. feeling scared.-You feel someone take you hand and lead you down your street to home all of a sudden. There is no face, and you cant see them when you try to look.every thing is rushing and time is impossible.You are safe when you find your home and get inside the door. -Starting to warm, you feel yourself yawn.Moving slightly around in the covers.I have your hand gently in mine now.I'm lapping on your clit. making slow circles. sucking your flesh into my mouth. . She alsotakes orders for new clothes, lingerie, and any special costumes whenyou need them; all done for a small fee, and all done with a smile, shelikes to be around us girls," Carmel beamed. "She also takes ourbookings and manages the punters in the waiting room." What the fuck are you talking about?" I asked Carmel, bemused."Look Michele I really don't have time for this; you used to be Eddie'sbookkeeper so you should have it figured out by now. Half of every feewe get off a punter goes to.