“Yes?” “I’ve a new year’s gift for you from the council.” “What is it?” “Has to be given in person.” “I can’t just let anyone ...in here you know? Now what’s the gift?” “Me.” The hatch slid shut and then the door opened. I found myself looking at a private peeler, no doubt the only person willing to work the New Year’s Day morning shift. He locked the door behind us before leading me through to the holding room. Through the bars I could see Evelyn laid on the metal bed. She glanced across at me. ‘Don’t turn around. Keep walking.’ A gentle, remorseful man’s voice sighs. Suddenly, the world becomes colorless to me. The room is as black and white as the tuxedos and gowns that fill it, and everything in my pockets feels ten times too heavy. I reach for my cigarette case, feeling the cool metal of sterling silver. I can feel the etched design, and I can even see it in my mind. A heart with my name in it, a gift from my lover. ‘Hands out of the pockets.’ I do as I’m told, trying to find a. Two accidents kept us crawling for miles so we were two hours overdue our scheduled arrival time and I arrived at a virtually empty block of offices. Bob dropped me at the main entrance and drove the van round to the back somewhere and I wondered if I would be locked out but the door opened. The cleaning staff were busy but there was no one at the reception desk. Seeing me standing there looking lost, a cleaning lady switched off her vacuum and smiled in a friendly way and asked in a broad. Nadia lifted her pussy from my father’s cock, which was glistening with the mixture of their juices, and a dribble of spunk came out of her crack and dribbled onto her arse cheeks. My father turned her on her back and dove face first in between her thighs and started to lick her pussy.Without realising I had been stroking my prick and was jolted back to reality by my own orgasm, squirting my little bit of spunk on the bedroom door and dribbling some of it on the wooden floor. I remember going.