He hissed as he took a deep breath and closed his eyes. I pushed it in, sucked, pulled it out and looked in his eyes. I repeated this a couple of time... but suddenly I gagged. It was not the sucking but the scent again. He looked at me with disappointment.I knew this wouldn’t work. “Wait to get up,” I told him. He got up slowly, his cock pointing at the ceiling and once he was up I pushed him against the wall he fingered me against. He reacted by pulling me towards him and to my surprise rubbed. Somewhere between the fifth and tenth years of our marriage (that’s 28-33 years of age) we would hope to have one or two children. We would almost certainly move away from London, to both a cheaper part of the country and one in which children might have more freedom. We might both continue working, or if economically possible, Eve might take a career break. She was a great geography teacher (correction, still is, I’m sure), and would go back to work, as family circumstance allowed. Then, just. He’d been committing horrific crimes out in public. I’d stopped him. As far as I’d known, nobody else would have been able to. After that, I’d had plenty of probable cause and moral justification to execute my invasive search of his memories. He might’ve had countless other victims stashed away. I’d needed to know if he had, because, with a burst of my own power, I’d freed everyone in his thrall, not having known exactly whom that had included.I frowned again when I realized that I’d gotten. When the weekend came we all had to go to the paymaster who was in his sixties and about to retire.I lined up along with the others and when my turn came he asked me to step aside as there was a problem with my work and he needed to speak with my supervisor and me in private.Once inside his office he asked us what had happened on our last job and as I was about to make up a story he asked my supervisor had he been takin advantage of young cock again at which point I noticed his trousers were.