I visited that fabled spot at least once a week for the next six years. I don't know why. Each time the chaos returned, the shouts, the sounds, the fa...ces of the men, the terrible gunshots one after the other. For some reason the gunshots penetrated me most of all. Guns were a way of life in our rural setting, but for me, they were put aside. I just didn't want to hear them, and reconciling that with my desire to be a cop was difficult, at best.Eventually, however, I noticed other things.. Unlike many females then or now if I was horny, so was she. Spending a night at my apartment experimenting was fine with her. She’s the first woman to ever give me a rim job, as an example, and she initiated it. If she had a particular kink it was sharing my cum with me. I didn’t particularly care for the taste but it wasn’t objectionable and made her hot as hell. Also, and this was fairly unique, she could cum over and over again. No human could every outlast her. It’s worth. A guy a few years older than me was standing in front of the far urinal so I stood in front of the closest one. I pulled out my dick and since I didn't need to go, I started to play with my cock with my left hand. I looked over and down at him and I could see the knob of his cut dick. I stared at him awhile and he exposed more of his cock and gave it a couple of shakes and rubbed it a bit. His cock was "short and not too big around" as Roger Miller would sing. I continued to watch him fondle. I had ordered her to keep our sex a secret from you, and I am not sure how she would react if you tried to talk to her before I release her from that command." Very well, Master, I will do as you command. By the way, please call me Olga. 'Mrs. Swanson' seems an odd way to address your sex slave, and the name will be out of date as soon as I can manage it. I will go back to my maiden name of Jones, but I still hope that you will call me Olga." Of course, Olga, I will be happy to call you by your.