My first operational change was in Investigations. One of my predecessors was a bean counter who had shut down all the various detective detachments. ...The Gang Task Force and the Drug Task Force had just been the first. Instead, a half dozen detectives had been fired and half the rest were dumped into a Major Crime Squad. The remainders were all lumped together as generic detectives. There was supposed to be a new computer program that would have all the information on every case, so any. He stood alongside my open door, his cock dripping with a dew-drop of semen suspended from its eye, 'Do you cum here often', he asked with cocky self assurance, then again what man wouldn't, he had just emptied his balls into my mouth.But his double pun did make me laugh, and I quietly replied for him to politely, 'Fuck Off' 'I like to hear women talk dirty', he retorted, 'Now how about cleaning you dirty work'?I turned my head and looked up at him for the first time, and noted he was looking. I left the Thames Path at Folly Bridge and walked via Abingdon Road to where I was staying, the aptly named Cambridge Terrace Home for Students. With the academic year having ended a couple of weeks earlier, the students of Oxford’s many colleges had gone home for the summer (or simply graduated) and the various halls of residence were available to hire as B & Bs. Cambridge Terrace was a fairly new looking building conveniently located for the shops and sights of the city. My room was quite. No worries.” He smiled and leaned back against the counter. “Are you sure? I have two girls in there by the way.” “Oh, ok. Well… good for you then,” I stammered awkwardly. I looked at him and forced myself to relax. It was just Ryder after all. And I was starting to act like a virginal schoolgirl. A schoolgirl that was starting to become increasingly aware of the combined wetness of my juices and Marc’s cum starting to glaze my inner thighs while I was standing there talking to him. “Want me to.