She pulled away from me quickly, seeming surprised as I, and stared at me, her expression unreadable. I squeezed her waist harder, and her fingers aro...und my dick came back to life. Our breathing became shallower, and a small whimper escaped her lips. I’d like to think that she was as aroused as I was, but I’ll never know, because along with her whimper came a scrabbling at the door handle.We both jumped, separated instantly, and shot terrified glances at each other. My fight or flight response. I created the perfect sanctuary for me to please you. I blindfolded you so you could see what joys your other senses can bring you. I break your massage to gently lift your head so you can take a whiff of the bourbon drink I made for you. I pour a little into your mouth; it feels good trickling down your dry, thirsty throat. Mmmmm, it tastes good to you.My fingers slide underneath your neck, kneading and massaging your tight neck muscles. I start at the base of your skull and stroke down to. ”Fortunately for me, My Uncle Joe, my one and only real blood Uncle helped me to get my resume fixed up for the NYPD and I graduated right near the top of my training class and set out on the dirty streets of Spanish Harlem to right the wrongs of the world in my shiny new blue uniform.In a way, I guess I was lucky because it was a time when a cop was still due a lot of respect for being a buffer against the reality of the seamier side of New York City. The new police commissioner was a stickler. He did the right side first and asked if it was OK and I said everything was fine. He went behind me and cleaned his cutters and trimmed the back of my head and once he had done that he came round to do the left side.Once again he rubbed up against my shoulder and arm and once again I felt his erection pushing against me. He smiled at me again and as I smiled back I saw in the mirror reflection I saw his cock head poking out of his coat and it was that that was pushing into me. He must have.