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"Hundred?" he offered, pulling notes from his back pocket. "Done." I agreed, and within minutes I was heading back down asian the twisting turning A40 road towards Gloucester. Leroy was hanging around their "Office," when I rolled in, he offered me a coffee, I agreed, well over four hours in the saddle, in the cold I needed warming up, Frank his side- kick took the package and after a minute he called Leroy in. "It's kosher man." he said and that was that, I finished my coffee and rode off. I seemed to work exclusively for them after that, I knew it was drugs I was transporting, I ever actually saw or handled them, but I knew, but I made sure that I just collected and delivered wrapped packages. Sometimes I did late collections, after seven there would be girls hanging around the "Office" a first floor flat above a disused chemists shop, sitting watching TV waiting, sometimes Taxis arrived for them, short skirts, too much make-up, too much cleavage on display it's not rocket science is it? drugs, girls, sometimes they almost pushed me out of the door to get rid of me quickly, clearly they did not want me to know what was going on, but then as they realised I was not going to rip them off they started getting me doing late night local deliveries. I would start round eleven work till may be two in the morning, no more nine to five, no more picking Sara up from work in the Porsche for a nice meal, see a show, whatever, then make love, more like roll in at two, completely shattered, sleep in the chair till three and then carefully slip into bed beside her so as not to wake her only to wake to find she had gone to work. One time Leroy handed me a simple clear bag of white powder, and gave me an address. "No offence but in a sealed Jiffy bag, please." I requested. He grinned, his gold fillings contrasting with his stained rotting teeth, his coarse black skin crinkling, his bloodshot eyes twinkling. "You sure are something else man." he told me. I did a short trip, one of many, but this time it stuck in my mind, a really offensive piece of shit opened the door of this posh up market Edwardian Town house,the sort with steps up to the door, half a story above street level with basement windows at pavement level, all granite frontage and red brick out back, this arrogant prat with an Eton accent, thousand pound suit, peanut size brain and obviously stoned came to the door. "Gear's here chaps," he bellowed loud enough to be heard at the end of the street. "I just deliver it." I told him, I handed him the yellow package but for some reason he shouted, "Hey Pinkers, the japanese gear is here." he bellowed again as he stood with the door open waiting for "Pinkers" to come. That's when I saw Kate, she was wearing a black dress low cut, I thought I recognised her , but I could not place her, I figured perhaps she was one of Leroy's girls, but she seemed too arrogant Big Boobs for a whore. I got a call from Sara asking me to call in at home and I was nearly there when I realised the girl I saw was the same Brunette bitch who had refused my business loan, and then when I arrived Sara, my girlfriend was waiting for me. She was sitting on a chair, in the kitchen, with her coat on and her bags packed, she looked sad, her usual smile missing, her twinkling eyes dulled, the corners of her ruby lips downcast. Her long blonde hair fell to the shoulders of her long dark coat which hid the womanly curves which had attracted me to her, as she worked as receptionist at a printers after Trevor had walked out on her for some dolly bird, she suddenly looked old, the age gap had never mattered, I had never noticed but now her thirty years were clearly etched on her face. "I had a long talk with Trevor earlier," she told me, "He wants me back." "Sara, what about us?" I asked. "There is no us, James, you are always working, always tired, there is never any spare money." "Sara, it will turn around." "We both know it's over." she said as she stared at me, "sell up, get rid of this albatross of a house and get a life." I knew she was right, I had driven a Porsche when we met, the House had seemed a bargain, but the loan on the Porsche was too expensive and the Mortgage was crippling me. "I asked Robin about the house and he has a cash buyer willing to pay three eight," A quick calculation, I owed the bank three seven fifty, thousand. "Oh, we paid six ten." "At least it's doggystyle not negative equity." she observed, showing a detailed knowledge of things I had tried to keep from her. "I'll get the van." I offered. Just giving and receiving oral, experimentally while in college. God, it’s driving her crazy. "No, of course not. “What kind of situations, Honey?” There were more of them then, all six of them, framing me, their Big Boobs petite bodies seeping warmth into mine, their tongues gliding along my curves, entering asian my mouth, wrapping my nipples. She occasionally leaned into her arm, pressing her forearm against her crotch, feeling an electric sensation from her pussy every time she applied pressure there. The last thing to do was to put on some short white socks and NOT getting stuck staring at those perky little feet which couldn't stop twitching excitedly and then finally grab my bag and run down. "Mm good girl. "But it already might be ruined. Jerome pulled Sarah to his chest and said, “Ivan, japanese get over here, fuck your cock into her ass. A grin split her lips as she rubbed her doggystyle sharp chin. Show us you love it!" John went out of his way to assist Lisa in ordering a Tom Collins from the bartender. It was downright painful to her. “S… stop it! She looked over her shoulder at me, her eyes burning with passion. Come on give it to me please.. This is the time to give you some training.” I obeyed what he said. “Uunh! But she had been fucking him, so was kissing him worse? I used to beable to do it if we were watching bbc on tv or if i was talking about some bbc taking Brunette her from me and just delivering the most relentless assault on her pussy. “I didn’t expect that, Professor!” You gonna be waddling again?"