‘Oh, I see someone is enjoying our little game of pool, aren’t we Julie?’ AJ asked as he gently brought his hand up, placing it inside her shirt...and caressing her breast. He reached over and took the pool stick from her, then knocked the balls that were left on the table into the pockets, while running his tongue up and down the back of her neck, then leaving little kisses to follow, still rubbing his cock against her ass. Julie slid her hands behind her back and started gently rubbing them. Not much there, really. Just that he had been found murdered, on the grounds of the old Clinton Mansion. Strange markings had been found on his body. That was new. When I had viewed the body, he had already been cleaned.I got the name of the street, and the address of the Clinton Mansion from the paper. I would go to the scene of the crime. While the police were not to willing to give me what was apparently public information, the newspaper could always be counted on to be informative:. There was no services just a road hidden from the interstate by trees. When I pulled in I pulled ahead of a parked 18 Wheeler and got out of the car to stretch my legs. So not to get hit by a car coming in I went around to the back of my car in front of the truck. The driver waved at me so I waved back when I noticed he did not have a shirt on. I have always heard stories about guys that blow truck drivers in their trucks at rest stops but thought those kind of things don’t happen that often. I. I turn my head as far away from his gaze as I can and squeeze my eyes closed. But this displeases Victor. He grabs my chin and turns my face back.“Open your eyes, fairy boy,” he orders me. “Do it, or Jimmy will pay the price later on.”I obey. Victor makes the connection between my eyes and my hardening cock. He takes hold of it, moving his hand relatively gently up and down. My glans is just beginning to work its way out of my foreskin by now. I am overwhelmed with shame, not because of.