Being without the familiarity of my now estranged wife's warmth next to mine each night, I find the only way to sleep is to force myself into a drug induced slumber. I'm not looking for commitment, I had that and here I lay alone. No, what I need a release, something stronger than a drug and more efficient. I may have a way... I work in the industrial district of my city, and I've caught glimpses or heard rumors of women that wander the streets at night. They've been known to mostly traversing between the all night dinners and run down hotels that encircle the district. These businesses, and their very active clientele, almost seem pussy to make a cage around the wealthy fools trapped inside this translucent bubble. Where within women... hookers, hunt the blowjob company men that lie within this cluster of factories for the deep pools of cotton they have hidden away in their pocketbooks. I never really had a use for a prostitute, so I mostly thought of them as a nuisance to the younger men that work around me. I use to grow annoyed to hear their stories of their seedy quests they had ventured into the night before. The constant chiming of a place they call "B and A" began to become a jingle in my mind. "B and A" became a tormenting fantasy location, one that has the possibility to soothe my woes and silence my lust, That holds a promise of traveling between the thighs or lips of untamed and skilled "trades women" for no more than a few teen dollars. I admit doggystyle it never really interested me until now, but ill be damned if I don't seize the opportunity. I turn down the pitch black alley between Brook and Abbey street with a particularly angry erection, as rain begins to speckle my windshield. The little driveway is pressed firmly against two towering factory buildings, with barely enough road to drive two vehicles down. Most of the metalic occupants are now snuggled up to the brick walls as though looking for shelter and warmth from the coming shower. I pull myself closer to my trucks steering wheel as the rain begins to hammer down on my windshield. I turn on my wipers and watch as they frantically proceed to bat the water away. The wipers rapidly shake their heads Smalltits "no" as they struggle with the falling rain. The severe lack of visibility due to my foggy headlights makes me feel that this outing may be a bust. I begin to feel a creeping worry that this oasis between these two towering behemoths of brick and mortar exists. If it wasn't widely discussed or hyped, I wouldn't ever brave this storm for the prospect of getting some alley cat. That and the fact that I'm also starting to doubt any woman would traverse into this dark alley, during a typhoon like downpour, in the hopes of apprehending a few measly dollars from some lonely schmuck like me. The only thread of hope I can cling to is the promise that at any given time, this alley is filled with at least half a dozen women ripe for the choosing. Perhaps with a nicer night I might be able to quench my thirst on more than just precipitation. I think to myself halting next to a stop sign at the crossroads between the two factories, before continuing on between their secondary buildings. However, once I shot two or three rounds, the accuracy got much better. At first they are just goofing off laughing and doing silly stuff in front of the camera. Can you put out plates and silverware?” Maria asked. It's just making me have to pee really bad. "Ohh!" I could just see a sliver the kitchen's linoleum floor, a teen puddle of water growing. The amount of power he felt was indeed disturbing. He was tall, like me. Debbie likes tall men, because she’s quite tall herself. “Let her,” sighed the Espeon tiredly before I could reply. Everything about her swayed as she sauntered blowjob in, from her fiery hair to her large tits, to that futa-cock before her. “Nice bikini Mrs T” Keith said. When I leaned down I saw her looking at my breasts…I mean…they were almost in her face! Maybe next time. They were eager for my milk Smalltits to fully come back in. pussy They wanted to nurse from me. Anyway, it made you cum didn’t it?” That feeling of helplessness rushed through her like a flood, a feeling doggystyle she was used to. These businesses, and their very active clientele, almost seem to make a cage around the wealthy fools trapped inside this translucent bubble. She knew that. “I’m gonna come,” Charlie hissed into her ear, slowing down a bit. Phil had no idea how long he’d stayed in that room, but eventually he heard someone else enter.