I moaned loudly and pushed back against that tongue, meeting each thrust. I was cutting it close, knew I had to ask quickly, but that damn tongue kept... interfering, kept distracting me. I closed my eyes part way and groaned again, louder. Damn she was good. I held my breath, opened my eyes and looked at you, making my plea. "Master, may I please cum?" A groan pierced the room."Master, oh please! May I cum for you?" That should do it. That should please you."No." Shit." I groaned again, but. Right?So all of a sudden -- it certainly seemed sudden to the husbands, eventhough the mental changes that made it possible had been gradual -- themen were in panties and totally denuded of body hair. I mean, they weresmooth and pink everywhere. Their wives even joked to them that theywould make good lesbian lovers. And hinted that when they had beensingle they had experimented with girl-on-girl encounters. When theyweren't with those tall, athletic, well endowed studs. The poorhusbands. . dead... how?" Dad may have been a prick, even to me, his only son, but he was still my father and I felt my eyes well up with water."Yesterday. He killed himself Tom. God, it was terrible." Mr. Cardigan sobbed, a sound that I would have thought impossible from the gruff bear-like man. "Since you were at school I had to handle the immediate matters for the coroner and the Clan." Then he said something that surprised me, "I had to send your sister Linda to you, by train, she should have arrived. “No way...” he replied. “I’m so far out of practice it would take me a decade to get caught up.”“I’ve got this,” Rodderick replied. He reached into the bag at his feet and pulled out a small pouch. Opening it, he started putting everything anyone would ever need to pick a door lock. “I built this when I joined the bureau, it’s got everything.”Mike picked up some of the picks. “This looked custom made,” Mike said holding it up to the light.“It is. I had it made from a titanium/carbon fiber mix.