If I ever did... Jack called and said they had unpacked the information gleaned during the interrogation and were about to capture another thug. He pr...omised to be in contact with me in time for me to help ‘debrief’ him when the time came. His news brightened an otherwise brutally boring day, which I spent reviewing the take from the first trafficker.Jack finally contacted me. He had a helicopter heading in to bring me to them and it would be arriving within a few minutes. I was ready and. Holeee SHIT!********************************************************************************I swear I should have been a sex ther****t. It would be my mission to makesure before some transgender type she gal goes all the way and has hir manhood chopped off, that s/he knows just what s/he will be missing. In other words, before s/he gets hir pecker whacked s/he has hirself righteously blown by an expert. That of course would be my job.It seems once again, I'm a sucker for the hard luck cases.. I really had a hankering for men in suits. I also wanted to show off in front of my father, and shake my stuff at him to see how he responded. I figured (correctly as it turned out) that if he discovered me – his son – working in this kind of establishment, he probably wouldn't advertise it to his cronies (or coworkers).So if I was right, I could do my thing right in front of this crowd of dads. including my real dad, and he wouldn't let on that it was his son shaking it up on the table tops.. I can feel his member getting very stiff. He is holding me tight against his body. I whisper to him that we need to leave and be somewhere where we can take care of our issue.We leave and go to his truck. He takes me to the hotel down the street. Something a whore would take her "Jon" to. But, right now I don't really care. We get to our room, and i have began to feel his cock growing in his pants, I bend down to undo his pants and pull his very long member out of his pnats. I think I.