The refugee centre

Walter pondrred how to meet new people who didn’t know the real Alison. He needed someone unfarmiliar with his new identity. wandering aimlessly, he happened upon a refugee centre and thought it the perfect solution - minimal chance anyone there would recognize him.

Upon entering the centre, Walter was met with numerous gazes from black men filling the room. She spotted the manageress and offered to volunteer and agreed to help out today and both would decide if it worked out

"Welcome ." The manageress said with a warm smile. " We're always happy to have new volunteers, let me show you around "

After a brief tour, during which he felt the weight of many stares. Walter was left to look around to familiarise himself with the layout. He ventured down a rear corridor and saw a door was ajar. Curiousity piqued, he pushed it open opened it and found a black man standing there, his his cock exposed getting dressed.

Walter didn’t want to look, he wasn’t gay. But Alison's curiosty won out and he found himself staring at the soft but looked enormous cock. "WOW !!!!!" He thought feeling his nipples harden instantly. The man looked up his eyes meeting Walters and saw a blonde woman staring at his dick, her nipples visibly hard beneath her t shirt. A slow smile spread across his face. “ hello “ he said.