I remember the first time I ever stepped into an adult theater at age 21. There were no such places near me where I grew up, but I had to go to the c...ity to pick up some things for my job and that's when I passed what would become a reason to visit the city more often. I sat in the car for some time debating whether to go in or not wondering if it was safe or would I be seen by someone who knew me. But my curiosity got the better of me and I entered the store. I was amazed by the collection. It meant I was nolonger alone in this, something I'd been more frightened of than I'drealised. When I got a clear look at him, I was surprised to see Bentonnow had a thick moustache in place of his beard."You shaved your beard off," I said, stating the obvious."What the movies get wrong about beards as a disguise is they see it assomething you add to your face, but it's not," he said, glancing up anddown the tiny street to make sure no one else was around, "it's somethingyou *subtract* from. Bob Carson arrived on scene and found me in the back of a patrol car hiding. I had been handcuffed and placed there by a couple of female officers. Several of the survivors had pointed me out before I could get away. These officers seemed to know that there was an insider in the joint. ?Reggie?? Bob questioned. ?Bob, get me out of here quick. I will tell you where I stashed the gun I was using, but I don?t need to be ID?ed right now.?Bob knew the drill. He knew that I would not have. Get me alone in your office and let me lick your pussy for two minutes straight." She replies eagerly, "MMMM, I like that dare!" A minute or so passes and I hear a knock on my office door, followed by the door slowly opening. "Excuse me, Ron. May I have a word with you in my office please?"In a shaky nervous tone, I reply, "Sure, no problem."As I walk behind her leading me to her office I can't help but look at her amazing ass. I feel my blood start to course through my veins, creating a bulge.