”, sagte Dirk und stieg aus dem Wagen.“Soll ich das melden?”, fragte Tanja und verließ ebenfalls das Auto.“Blödsinn. Wahrscheinlich nur zwei...besoffene Penner. Kein Grund die Kollegen im Funkraum aus dem Schlaf zu reißen.”Hamburg war vielleicht nicht die sicherste Stadt in Deutschland, aber trotzdem lebte man zumindest als Polizeibeamter auf Streife relativ sicher. Tanja hatte zwar ein etwas ungutes Gefühl, folgte aber trotzdem Dirk in die Gasse. Überall auf dem Boden lag Müll und der Gestank. This was all my doing. He didn't wantany part of this. Mark and Dave were home fast asleep. And, Chris and Iwere hanging on the street corner during the dark hours of the night.Nothing is out at this hour but trouble. We waited and waited but therewas no sign of the cab. The last of people were filtering out and goinghome. It was late..."Hey!" I called out to this guy who was leaving the bar and heading forhis car. "Hey, do you think you can give us a ride?"He stopped suddenly and stared. There was no sense in getting Fred worked up into “go get her!” mode, even though he was my best friend. I’d come clean with him about what went on once I found out; either way we’d end up high-5’ing or fist pounding over it. As professional gunslingers, we’d cultivated the “grown-up frat boys” look.Yes, I said professional gunslingers - but not in the sense you probably took it. We both work at a gun shop together, one which specializes in selling to armchair amateur Special Ranger Recon. I sensed her body behind me, then the delicious smell of leather as a mask was placed over my eyes, daring to open my eyes, it was pitch black, no light shone through the mask. An overwhelming feeling of powerlessness came over me as I was led away from the entrance hall."Stand still," she commanded, "I need to prepare you for your punishment!" My cock stiffened at the thought, my senses developing as I tried to assess my surroundings. I could hear a chain, then felt the brush of her hands.