My dick just about tore through my trousers as I noticed the cat suit was crotch less. I damn near dropped the bottle of wine I was carrying as she tu...ned to lead me in. That’s when it was revealed that the cat suite was also assless. ‘Soooooooooo Brandon you’re late.’ ‘Yeah I’m’… I was cut off with her finger to my lips and her shhhhhing me ever so seductively. It was at this very moment that I noticed an upgrade to her living room. To my surprise a stripper pole had been installed. She pushed. The man grabbed her arm and held it still, then placed the edge of the cutter against her skin and applied pressure. She screamed as the metal cut into the tender skin of her arm, which only seemed to please the man. He obviously enjoyed this and, for that, she hated him. He was also an expert at what he was doing and, to her surprise, no blood was drawn. He cut her for a few inches, then released her, never going deep enough for blood, just deep enough to expose the nerves. He repeated this on. While we were walking around, getting to know our way around campus we would stop and talk to girls, some would flirt, some would just keep walking. Well I walked up to this one girl, she was tall, maybe 5' 10", blonde, a little thick but the right kind of thick and her face was gorgeous, I will admit that I got lucky on this one, she was out of my league haha. Either way, we immediately hit it off, we shared a lot of the same interests, one of which was getting drunk, so I gave her some of my. What initially looked to them to be an easy collar turned out to be anything but easy. This could have had something to do with the fact that I could prove that I was nowhere near either of the two when they became deceased persons. When I turned up with irrefutable proof that I couldn’t possibly have precipitated the deaths of my wife and business partner they were, to say the least pissed. The thoughts however, that are currently occupying my every waking moment are, if the DA catches me I.