I appreciated his restraint and sucked his cock gently before tapping his hand, hoping he'd understand what it meant. It seemed he did because, after ... brief hesitation, he tangled his hands in my hair and thrust his cock forward. I relaxed my throat, allowing him to go deeper and gave him the control he craved. When his thrusts became more erratic, I managed to pull away and stand. I studied his clenched jaw and heaving chest, smiling as I said, "Now you know how I felt wh-" His lips found. I was so jazzed I grabbed my stuff and was out the door within five minutes of waking up. Just before I left, I stopped and grabbed the sketchbook with my original sketches in it. I stopped at the all-night Starbuck’s a block from campus and the only person in it was a sleepy-looking barista who did her best to smile at me when I came in. I got a shot in the dark—a dark roast coffee with a shot of espresso—and a bagel sandwich and headed back out the door. I noticed the barista had pulled two. It’s like we’re dealing with a ghost. There is no sign of breaking in, the alarm wasn’t set off. No fingerprints, no weapon. The only thing we do have is an obvious motive. The killer seems to be targeting alleged rapists. That’s what the three victims have in common.”“O’Connell, that P. I. is asking for you,” Major Davis interrupts as he walks in. “Garcia?” she asks. “God that woman is relentless.” She then turns back to me. “See what else you can find out and we’ll talk later.” She then. During the evening after I had been washed down in one of the toilet blocks, I was taken around the show and whored out to everybody and anybody who wanted to shove their cock in one of my holes. I was told it was to get back some of the money back he had lost in the card game that Friday. They charged a few quid a fuck or blow job. By the end of the night I had more than doubled what he had lost which was quite alot. Then it was back to the campsite.The Sunday I was allowed to lie in untill.