I made him a coffee, he stood behind me and kissed my neck as I poured the drinks. I could feel his hard cock pushing into my arse. So I put my hands ...ehind me and squeezed it through his trousers. I turned around and we started kissing. He undid my top and played with my nipples. I undid his trousers and took his cock out. He kissed my neck and nibbled my ear and it was game over. You know how sensitive I am around my neck and ears." "Did you take him to bed?" "No, I didn't actually. I bent. My Billings surveillance. My stupid burglary of Wexler’s apartment. My even stupider posting of his sad, naked photos.The DC parking garage. The Meriwether money the Gunthers had siphoned off. Wexler’s dogged determination to finish every assignment.I thought I could sense what Hank would tell me — Greta Gunther would never call Wexler off. Even if she could. And I had no leverage to make her try.It helps me, for some reason, to talk with Hank. It frees me to sort out my thoughts. To focus. Let. I tried seeing beyond the group but with the bright light only a few feet above me and the surrounding area so dim, I could only see vague images of people standing around.The guy I was sucking shifted to straddle my face and knocked the light from my eyes allowing me to finally see my surroundings. There were a few tables, neon lights, a long bar filled with men sitting on stools and drinking bottles of beer. Many others circled the pool table watching while the men shoved their cocks into. . Atishhoo!”I couldn’t be getting a cold already from being in the rain five minutes ago. But when we got home, Toni ran me a bath. That was nice of her. She took me to the bathroom; locked the door with us both inside and undressed me and put me in. Then she undressed and got in too.“I can wash myself, Toni”“I know, but you can wash me too”We had to work hard not to splash too much water over the side. The bath was actually surprisingly big. This was no Victorian hip bath, nor yet a modern.