I had been given a project to complete a pencil drawing of a life model and I had made a real hash of it, I had however been working for weeks on a pe...ncil drawing of Miss Cartwright, I had drawn her naked with her legs open, a hairy muff and a gold chain around her neck with a heart on it that she always wore. Maybe it was the frustration of having cocked up the first picture, maybe it was my attempt to show her what I thought of her I don't know but I do remember handing in the picture of her. Sam nearly jumped for joy. Granted, being a cleaner wasn't the best job out there. But if he could land this job. It would help him out financially in the long run."I better put on my best jeans and top," he muttered.20 minutes laterSam arrived at the address, and he couldn't believe Miss Turner lived in a fancy house. It was big, far bigger than the house he lived in growing up during his c***dhood.He walked up to the door and knocked on it. He waited for a few seconds until the door opened. I touched him through the silky fabric, running my hand along the length of his shaft. It was hard and trapped and I couldn't wait. I reached up to his hips and tugged on the briefs. His cock was stretched down for a moment and then sprang free, almost hitting me as it bounced up. I slid Mark's underwear down and he stepped out of everything so that he was naked from the waist. I reached out to touch him for the first time. My first cock. In my hand. It felt so right.I stroked Mark's shaft for. "Yeah this time it is most likely that, if they still want the package they will figure out who has it. Find out how much they are willing to pay us to deliver their goods," I said to Wilson. I didn't mind making him work for his share of the money. Besides he seemed to like being involved."Negotiate with them and get as much as you can. We have to have a minimum of 20K for the job. If they pay it without a fight the people who were after the diamonds are still after them. If that is the case,.