It was difficult getting to sleep without a hand job.The next morning found me over the toilet hoping I could finish this time. It felt good to empty ...my bladder. I made it to applying the Burma Shave when Sue walked in. She plopped down on the crapper.I don’t know what was harder to do with Sue watching me, shave or piss. I felt like I had the Grim Reaper’s blade in my hand. She just sat there watching me. “What?” I asked her.“I’m waiting for you to finish so I can take a shower.”“Oh, no, Sue.. I listened, sympathetically, but while there was doubtless a great deal of fact there, I was pretty sure most of it was BS.If Zenia didn’t tempt me at all, Suki might have. She was small, plump and pretty, with a mixture of oriental and Caucasian in her ancestry. Rejected by her (Caucasian) mother, she’d grown up through the ‘Care’ system. If she was to be believed, she’d seduced a male residential social worker, who had subsequently been dismissed and enjoined from having any further contact. Marie got a sly smile on her face, "My husband is ten years older than me. He's gone 50% of the time. I have my outside interests that are nobody's business."Don looked out into the yard. Normally he wouldn't touch a case like this but he wanted to hear what this case was really about. There was a lot that Marie wasn't telling him. His police training taught him to not leave an investigation until you had all of the information that you could get."What if my investigation does turn up. As I opened my mouth to protest he filled it with his cock. I forgot about my objections and took it all in, revelling in the slick heat of him. Ben growled and thrust just hard enough to have me bumping against the wall. His fingers sank into the side of my hair, cupping the back of my head. I licked him as he pulled out, then sighed as he slid back in. God, I needed my hand in my panties again. He swore under his breath and pushed a little harder. “I’m gonna come soon,” he said, his voice.