Maybe he wouldn't get too personal.He said, "Sit back down and let's talk."He walked around to the front of his desk and sat in the plush brown chair ...next to me, he scooted his chair around so he was facing me, he leaned back relaxed and said, "So, do you have any limits?"I looked at him and had no idea what he was asking me, I said, "what do you mean limits? I don't know what you mean."He smiled and said, "Limits, are there any lines that you have set in your mind when it comes to sex, that. " Good, it'll make that White meat easier to get to."Marcy flushed with embarrassment and consternation as Lamar started to walk away."How will I find you... when I'm finished?" I'll find you," he said, disappearing into the crowd.Marcy turned to find an older couple smiling and enjoying some punch. They saw how out of place she felt and struck up a conversation. Both were pleasant and Marcy had just begun to relax when a handsome young man, about Lamar's age walked up behind her."Hi, I'm Ray,". I was fifty five, she was forty six by then.I caught her in a few small lies, nothing serious until you added them all up. Finally I couldn't shake off my unease and went to see my oldest.Melody was an attractive woman in her mid thirties, with an accountant husband and two girls that loved seeing grandpa. She looked like an accountant too. But looks were deceiving, a fact that kept her busy and fattened their bank account.Mel owned one of the most successful private investigation firms in the. Both men were about the same age, Nigel having longer hair and being slimmer while Henry, slightly pudgy, was the “man” of the couple. He was the “butch” or the “top” as some called it. The women took off the men’s shoes and undid buttons, put pocket watches in their handbags. It took a little while for the white shirts and the black pants to get taken off and neatly folded on the dresser. When both men were naked, they moved to the bed. The women had a good look, neither having seen the.