"Ok, good bye Mike and good luck." Good bye," I replied and hung up my phone.A second police car roared up and soon spectators came over from the aren...."Mike, I don't feel so good," Mitsy said."Hang on Mitsy, the ambulance is on its way, I think I hear it now," I reassured her as I knelt down."Ok, but I'm going to be sick," she said and promptly threw up on my legs.I tried to scramble out of the way but it hit my lower legs."Sorry," she said as she finished up."It's ok, you couldn't help it," I. She looked at me, "You can't be serious?"I smiled and said, "Oh but I am. If I don't get one of those right now I am going to post these photos" and I held up the folder, "on every flat surface in the neighborhood. By this time tomorrow your neighbors will know all about you. Just to make sure I'll put copies in every mail box for a two block radius."She had her elbows on the table and her head in her hands, "Oh God, I warned Al that this would happen, that someone would recognize me." She. Michael knelt behind her, his hands on her hips as she kissed Tony who was kneeling in front. Three bodies. An homage to arousal she thought, her pussy wet and ready. Two kneeling men worshipping her body, sandwiched between them. A hard cock in front brushing against her belly as another caressed her arse. Hands everywhere, four hands felt like so much more. Hands caressed her flanks rising to her shoulders and down again as Michael kissed her neck and shoulders. His hot breath along her neck. He leaned over the top to view the other side and saw a hasp held by a small padlock. That sight set him to speculating again. Where was the key? If it was on the owner’s key-ring, it was a bust for him and would need the hacksaw to cut it free a bit too close to the box for safety. He tried to think like the initial possessor. What would you do with the key? Hang it somewhere unobtrusive? Ah, that was possible. He called to Sidra. She was out and at his side in a moment.“Daughter dear? I need.