“Has John stepped out for a minute, Boris?” I said, after exchanging handshakes.“I suppose you could say that, if you think he will not be succe...ssful in his role as Commissioner of the Metropolitan Police.” Boris could see I had no idea of what he was talking about. “Last year Robert Peel, the Home Secretary, raised a force of constabulary to serve London, and named them The Metropolitan Police Force. John has been appointed their chief.”“So who is now the... ?” The huge grin on Boris’ face. The shower room connected the pool to the locker room and everyone had to pass through them to shower and enter the pool. The ladies usually showered in their bathing suits being more modest than the men.As I entered the shower room, there was Alex’s mother standing nude in the shower. Steam filled the room. She turned to face me. Her body was just as I could make out through her yellow bikini. Her nipples were a rich chocolate brown. Her pubic hair was shaved clean. She lowered her. Our first sex session was in an interview room at work, and my plan to tease her and leave her was immediately derailed by the fact that she was one of the most amazing cocksuckers I have met, before or since. We ended up christening pretty much every room in the building, from her office to her bosses office, to housekeeping closets, and people's cubicles after hours.She was on a power trip, which made me less sympathetic and often clouded her judgement. After she went to Spencer Gifts and. The house is a fucking maze of doors, “Meg, I’m so sorry,” he mutters as he finally grasps her arm. She turns around and shoves at him with tears in her eyes.“Why the fuck didn’t you warn me it was going to be that bad? Or that they were expecting some prim and proper bitch, because you know that isn’t me dammit!” he pulls her against him, planting soft kisses into her hair.“I know, I know, and I am so sorry. I swear I’ve never seen her this bad in my entire life. How can I make it up to you?”.