I groaned as his lips replaced his fingers and took my nipple into his mouth, running his tongue around it until after a few minutes he began pulling ...my shirt over my head, and dropped it to the floor. Our lips met again as he reached down to unbutton my trousers, pulling the zipper down he pushed them down until they also dropped to the floor beside my shirt. As his tongue again traced its way down my neck onto my nipples he slowly slipped his hand into my boxers and started pulling on my. It sure sounded a lot more promising than just sitting on my butt waiting for the building manager to show up and start scraping my name from the door, so I high tailed it over to the ritzy part of town to discuss Sin’s problem with her face to face.I left the car sitting right there in the alley because I was almost on empty and refilling the tank would have to wait until I had some green stuff in my wallet from this weird and unusual proposition.I wanted to take this case so badly that I. " It was half way between a sigh and a cough. Together we wiggled her little bean back and forth while she whined a tiny whine. I just knew those were good sounds. Something I'd like to hear more. Her hand held mine in place. She stiffened and strained trying to press my finger where she wanted. I held back, I was on to her game.We held in place for a moment before she relaxed. I slid my bare slippery fingers further between her legs. Molly's legs spread and allowed me to wash her all the way. St. Andrew’s crosses, burgundy drapes, we had to build a throne seat and a platform in front of it. All signs pointed to bdsm club, and a very upscale one at that. Everything was really ornate. Drawings on the crosses and stage, the throne had gold inlays. Fancy shit.After all was set up, I had about 2 hours to get the head people of the club to come in and make sure everything was to their satisfaction. I gave them a call once we were done and they arrived eerily soon after I hung up the phone.