I decided I was not going to be Peg today at all. Cinnamon and I went to 13 Coins for way too much food for breakfast and then headed to my apartment ...to visit Maizie. I call every day but Mrs. Prior says Maizie has been worried about me and missed me. She thinks she should be my backup.When I walked into the apartment, though, Maizie was curled up on Dag’s chair—with a cat. Maizie has free range to come in and out of the apartment when she is staying downstairs with Mrs. Prior. It’s her home.. ” He pointed to a highly polished cherry wood stand that was surrounded by four plush looking bar stools. Behind the counter was a very well stocked looking bar with a myriad of glistening bottles of every shape and color. Pot lights added strategic spots of restricted radiance here and there, adding a strange aura to the unusually furnished place. All the walls were painted black and in fact even the bar stool seats were black. The only colors in the room were the whiskey bottles, various. I opened my legs and added "now you can lick my balls as well". She squatted over me, I lifted her skirt and pulled her skimpy pink knickers to the side to reveal a gorgeous pussy that already looked damp. My middle finger confirmed this as I pushed it inside her and she let out a muffled gasp, before I turned my hand 90 degrees and gave her a nice hard finger fucking. She was wet and ready for my dick in there but I was enjoying fingering her so I carried on. She was down the other end now. I waited through two rounds of beers, and then I said, “Just tell me what you came to say, and I’ll do the rest. Trust me, and no one will ever believe the tip came from you.”So, he leaned in and whispered, “They have a warrant and will be hitting your home and offices on Sunday at six a.m.”I pushed my chair back and then stood letting it fall before I shouted, “Listen when I want advice I won’t seek it from some metro pig, and he’ll be a better friend than you. For the last time, I don’t know.