But he was no longer there!"Want to try again, Hong Kong Fooey?"He saw the figure flip right-side up on his feet, then stand just a few feet away. Son...ny made a series of quick attacks, ones that would have made his Master proud if it had been a competition. But the Man was not there! He did not strike a single time, and watched as the figure agilely slipped just out of range each time he was about to strike."Hmmmmm, let's try this. I call it 'Sweet and Sour Jailbird'."Before Sonny knew what. The tradesman was still at the urinal. No longer having a pee, his cock was still out. It was semi. My eyes wandered to his hand where he was holding his mobile phone, the rear camera facing our way. Shit. I started panicking but didn’t know if it was just how the phone tested in his hands or if he was filming. Close to blowing a load, the lad wanking me quickens his jerking movement. It was then he said ‘close’ to the tradie who came closer and lowered his phone to focus purely on my cock and. I started acting as if I don’t want to show her the book, as there is some thing wrong. But I kept continuing the game of snatching. During this acting of snatching, I could manage to pump her boob’s times together and could touch various part of her body. I was getting hot. She also probably was enjoying the snatching game. At a time she lied down on her back and I took no time to put myself on her. Getting the opportunity and started kissing hard on her leaps then on her forehead, check and. “What happens if you don’t get that last three pounds sold?” Bill swung the engine and nosed out of the brush. Frankie’s response was a barely audible whisper.“I didn’t hear what you said,” he responded.“I… I don’t know, okay.”“Is he the type that would, well...?” Bill pointed gun fingers at her and flicked his wrist upward.“I don’t know. I don’t know what to do, and I have no one else to sell to.”They drove in silence for a few more minutes, until Frankie sat up straight, and a smile stretched.