She loved NSA sex; (No Strings Attached) anything clandestine or anonymous was fine with her. She also loved group sex and orgies and even went to a f...ew BDSM sessions a a private club she had found in a chatroom.We would chat late at night where she would reveal the wildest stories, I found that even though we were far away I could dominate her and she became my willing slut. Frequently I would text her with things I wanted her to do, and on completion she would email me photographic evidence.. Jefferson's daughter," Said McGee."Ah, I guess my presumption about the Do Not Disturb sign was correct, well did you find out where she went?" Yeah, she went to L.A." That's nice, are you headed to the Air Port?" Yup, we have a field office in L.A, so we're going to meet up with them there and get things straighten out. If it's no trouble, could you send the evidence to our DC lab for further analysis?" Well I think we arrange that, do you think you can help me prep the evidence?" asked. One day my Father came in my room and found me lying naked on my bed smelling of dried cum. “Arthur,” he bellowed, “Get out of this house! You fucking faggot, you are no longer my son. Get out now!” I pulled on a tee shirt and jeans and somehow I ended up here on the banks of the Mississippi. Sitting there I was contemplating ending my miserable life, as I had nothing to live for. I was disowned by my family and had lost my true love. A passerby spied me sitting there and must have took pity on. Then at the end of the month, I usually ended up working late - sometimes until midnight or even later. Almost always, I was alone and the building was a little creepy, but I was used to it. This night, I thought I heard something. I got up and went to check to see if anyone had come into the building. I made a quick round and found nothing, so I headed back to my desk. There in my chair was Stan, completed naked and he said to me, "Get naked and on your knees between my legs." My heart.