I had just fucked one of the more recognizable faces in the pop world. I was married. I didn’t care. I wanted her again right then. Down boy, I told...my libido and my stirring cock. I spied a bathrobe on the chair across from me and rose, wrapping myself in it.I exited the bedroom and the rest of the suite was bathed in the mid morning light, sun streaming through the windows. "Good morning sleepy head," Ariana said. She was sitting on a window bench, cradling a cup of coffee, wrapped in the. "Need to find out why he hired them and put a stop to it."The Sheriff warned them not to take the law into their own hands. Red just smiled and said, "Ain't against the law to talk to a fellar. Now ifin he wants to get nasty we'll have to protect ourselves."Dillon asked, "If it was your family would you just sit back and let him run another bunch at you Sheriff? Or would you go put a stop to it?"Shaking his head the Sheriff admitted, "Reckon I'd do just what you boys are intending to do. Find. Would you like that?” I choked out a meek, “Yes.”Robert then invited me to come to his office after lunch where we could talk more. The rest of the morning I was in a kind of daze trying to contemplate the gravity of what happened and anticipation of it happening again. Following lunch, where I ate little, I proceeded to Robert’s office. Robert welcomed me and in and said, “Sit down, Tommy. I enjoyed out session Friday night, especially when you sucked my cock.” My face must have gone beet red. Of course, I immediately called the Yard to gather information about the caller and what the facts were regarding her missing husband. A few of my old colleagues still worked at New Scotland Yard, several of them feeling that they owed me the odd favour from time to time. My old Sergeant, Bob Cummings, now promoted to Detective Inspector, was still in. He told me that he was just about to ring me about Miss la Mare.Apparently, Miss Marcia la Mare had expected me to know that she was not only a.