Resultantly, the underperformance in work life was a direct result of the stress he persistently lived with.Albie told me he wasn’t bitter, but just... sad about the consequences his mistakes had triggered. As I observed him closely I began to realize what a good looking man he must have been twenty years before. Even at sixty, he would he would have put most fifty-year-old men to shame.After the magnitude of his revelation I felt drained and finally announced that it was time for bed.I told Albie. She got naked. We got on the bed and I asked her what does it for her? What does she enjoy? That I want her to enjoy it too. She said she does enjoy it, but she likes to have her pussy eaten. She also mentioned she just had it waxed. As I worked my way down to her bald beaver, rubbing her titties softly, trying not to get too rough as I do when I get carried away. I began rubbing her mound softly, sliding my hand up and down between her legs. I positioned myself between her legs with my face. Not many called him “Detective, Sir, Cop or Kevin”, most addressed him as Halloran. He lived alone in a one-bedroom walk up, which he shared with the ghosts of family and friends, lost to whiskey, women and death. A can of soup, a cheap bottle of whiskey followed by Internet chat room was his Christmas Eve plan. Halloran answered on the second ring. “Okay …. Okay … Calm down Bess. Take it easy. I’ll be right there. Don’t let anyone in. I’ll get the right boys to handle the job.’ * * * “And a. ? The ball ispulled from my mouth along with the tube, which results in a gagging sensationand I nearly vomit. ?I stretch my jaw fora moment or two.? Just before I have themoment to speak, her commanding tone overtakes me, ?Lick? slave.?It is very obvious that I am the slave in question,though I?m not sure when my status changed.?I also have seen enough erotica in my day to know what she means bylick.? There is a part of me that desiresto resist, disobeying her commands and defying her to the.