There was a knock on the door, and Carrie raced into the bedroom stripping her clothes off as I went to open the door. We'd just finished take-out Chi...ese and had been sitting at the table talking. I glimpsed her purse sitting on the counter, and her girlish jacket on the end of the sofa. I took a deep breath.Two detectives were there, one of who had been in the first group. I invited them in instead of putting up a stink or asking whether they had warrants and all. I didn't want to act. She was reaching farther inside me and opening me, perhaps for something larger."Does that feel good?" Yes, Mistress." You did a very nice job, shaving."She began stroking my cock, and it immediately hardened."Thank you, Mistress."As she stroked my cock with one hand and entered me with her fingers, I began to squirm."Don't you dare cum," she said. We're going to save up all of that for later. Now, open that drawer."As she continued to m***** me, I opened up the drawer inside the island. Four. I heard thoughts of how they would have this infidel laying across the road when his old platoon came down the road. They would see him, and approach carefully, once they saw the face of the man, they would rush to his side. That would be when they would send the signal to a cell phone, and detonate the bomb Hiram was carrying, and the other IED's scattered in the area. They would have to move this infidel from their present position in a bombed out building, only a few yards from the spot they. I tried to nibble her lip, but she pulled back.She slapped me on the cheek with as much force as an average hi-five. I grinned, probably like an oaf.Master continued to cut the fabric from me. The blades of the scissors were cold against my skin. He made sure to drag the dull edges against my most sensitive areas. I was surprised by how much I enjoyed when the cold metal passed over my nipple.When the metal passed over my cock, my breath caught. He wouldn’t hurt me, right? This was just a game..