"Hundred?" he offered, pulling notes from his back pocket. "Done." I agreed, and within minutes I was heading back down 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 Hardcore 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. japanese 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 Big Boobs 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 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 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 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 asian 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 doggystyle 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." Grasping at the Big Boobs bedcovers and twisting them in her hands Leila suddenly threw back her head yelling “oh fuck…oh fuck…I…am…going…to…cooooome! He held the cup out and I had to get up onto my elbows to be able to accept it. Please cum in me you mother fucking asshole! My pussy was leaking juices all the time, but the sun was drying them before they dripped off my feet. The trip across London on the underground was ‘interesting’. Are you ready for more?” Jason grabs the seat in front of me and Jeremy grabs the seat across from him. And she's got a long japanese strip of the same sheer material tied around her waist, acting as a belt. If anything, asian it grew larger, her body twisting as her feet hit doggystyle the ground. The smaller white photographer's head was reeling from the blow, and his vision, through now watery eyes, was clouded. I then handed them to Cara. “Can I help you, sir, please?” It was a wonderful thing. It is like they are fighting, but they are Hardcore not.” Misty licked slowly and cautiously, Mollie’s pubes occasionally tickling her nose. I was still so surprised that the older cousin Kim turned out to be so active. I feel a hand caressing my thigh underneath the table.