I went back to my apartment and, once inside, immediately drew out my hard cock and stroked to the memory of her haggard face and sweet cleavage, perh...ps it was the contrast between the two that made me want her so very badly, and now I was worried that she might even call the cops, accuse me of harassment, and thinking how fucking stupid it was to give her a handwritten note. The worry withered my cock and the phone rang to scare me even further, like it was going to be some detective, already. " Sorry, Master," she apologized."Now, suck the tip into your mouth, be careful with your teeth," I told her. "You can brush the cock with them, just don't bite hard. Ohh, yeah that's nice. Keep doing that with your tongue." She had the head of my cock in her mouth and was swirling her tongue around it. "Suck it like a lolipop. Oh fuck that's good. And see how much you can fit in your mouth."She was bobbing her head now, moving slowly down until my cock brushed the back of her throat and then. A melody about the deep yearning in me to give you what you dreamed for, give you the nurturing essence of my love.”I felt her love for me filling her nipple into an enticing bulb that swelled into the whole space of my mouth and explored it with my tongue, pressing and circling its smooth oval, all the while luxuriating in the taste of a woman that I have adored from my youth. A gentle suck and her nipple released a gift of warmth and soothing taste that I slowly swallowed, enjoying all of its. The first case I was able to touch was a department store that was paying $1,000 a week to stay away from vandalism. I tripped over this one through Dan Alsop. He knew of my vendetta against the Carnoli family and was wholly behind me. He had the Argent Department Store, Inc. as his client. Well, actually, it was Wayne Argent who was his client. One Saturday during a weekly golf outing, Argent complained about the fact that the police were not doing enough to protect the local businesses. Dan.