I slipped the key into the lock and turned the handle. The door closed behind me, and I set the key down on a table next to the door. The room was spa...ious and beautiful. A penthouse, I thought walking to the window. I opened the heavy curtain and unlatched the balcony door. I slid it opened and welcomed the soft breeze. I jumped as the door opened and closed behind me. I turned and our eyes met. you watched me without moving. ‘Did you see there faces?’ you asked. ‘Do you realize how much they. Mr Harding couldn’t resist just ‘checking’ her tits were properly on the desk.Mr Jones ran his fingers down the crease of her cunt. There was no pretence of checking anything. He just wanted to (and could) feel her helpless cunt.Her arse was already quite red.“Right. Mr Harding. The slipper?”“Why thank you.” was the reply. “And Mr Jones, could you just check those tits stay on the table? There’s a good man.”She felt the sole of the slipper address her naked arse. A couple of soft pats.Then. I slowly stroked his penis.“Is it getting warmer?” I asked laughing.“Yeah.” He smiled under the towel over his head.“Well I see the blood is back to flowing okay,” I laughed as I looked down and also felt his penis get hard in my hand.“Oh god this is so embarrassing,” Ben blushed. “I’m sorry it got hard, it’s just that it’s been so long since anyone besides me has touched it.”“Don’t be embarrassed,” I laughed. “It’s too bad you haven’t got anyone to touch it for you. If I must say,” I said. So who gave you the tip?" I can't surrender a source," he said. "There is no protocol for that kind of thing," I won't make it an order that you surrender the name, but you better find out why a low level unconnected cooker is who you came up with. I'm going to start looking for a reason, if you don't." He didn't have to know that I was already checking him out.I spent the rest of the day on the third homicide. It was a random shooting in a way. A clerk in a convenience store near the plaza.