For the next several minutes, I waded through a number of things I wanted to kill. It was OK if I touched them that long, but the process made me want... to wash my hands. Distasteful as it was, I realized my mood had improved. Some reflection pointed out that I was working again. After a decade of sixty to eighty hour weeks, the last month had been a nice break. Breaks are temporary. It was good to be back to business.This brought something else to mind. I would never be going back to my studio.. Hesitantly she agreed to my proposal reassuring that when my vacation was over so was her slave hood. I gave her my promise and stated there would be no more talk her giving my things away. Feeling there was no time like the present and incredibly horney from the strip club I told her to get on her knees, I then pulled my pants down and out popped my rock hard dick. I told her to put it in her mouth, she did then as soon as she was sucking and stroking me I held the back of her head into my. He told me that she wasn’t keen to meet a stranger, especially a black man, but that they agreed to experiment sexually and this was his choice. I was still sceptical but in early February I got an email confirming that they would be coming and would be in the Aruba bar at 7pm on the 16th February. He attached a picture and hey..she wasn’t bad, definitely plump but ‘what the hell’ - never look a gift horse in the mouth (or pass up a white pussy because of its age). He also tried to limit my. "Lisa. The Lisa," he replied."I am not joining you in this warped fantasy so stop asking," I said."So I know we got Pete, the real Crime Scene Supervisor, and Fat Howard the Department Director. Who are the others?" I asked."Martin who is working midnights this week and Louise who is off right now." Oh why haven't I met Martin?" I asked."You have only been on shift three days and we were out when he started his shift. It happens quite often on the 3P and the 12A overlap. You will probably meet.