I watched her wank him right in front of me for a while, her hand stopping its forward stroke just inches from my face."Do you mind if I have a turn?"...I asked, matter of fact. "Just for a short while, and you can sit in my chair."She immediately liked that idea, and we quickly swapped places, my hand going in from the back and feeling around and underneath his gorgeous tight little backside.I reached in further with my arm and cupped his balls, leaving his cock free and pulsating up and down. "Yeah," he answered, reaching into his back pocket of his stonewashed jeans.The door opened and a tall cop walked in, his steely, gray-blue eyes scanning around the lobby, his hand resting on his gun. A chill stole over me. Why was he here? I had been clean for years, just ask my parole officer. The cop's eyes fell on my customer, who swallowed, jerking his hand out of his pocket and holding it out wide."Get out!" growled the cop."Yes, sir," my customer swallowed, stood up, edging around the. I knew I was going to die out there. Between the cold and no money, it was going to be a contest between exposure and starvation, to see which one would kill me.“ ... but then you got bumped in the head by that bus and I recognized you from school. I never imagined someone just scooping me off that awful street and taking me in. It hadn’t occurred to me that someone like you even existed.“Never, ever apologize ... Mark... “You saved me ... Thank you ... for saving me ... Thank you ... for. Moving on, he started circling for the kill, "All right, I guess I might as well get started. You confused me earlier when you said that your private relationship with Rob was supposed to be genuine; one of Rob's big complaints was that you were, uh, unapproachable in private. How do YOU see this?"Claudette frowned. "What do you mean by 'unapproachable'?"Ted shrugged. "Rob insisted that he got less -- affection, let's call it -- from you in private than he did in public. I really can't operate.