Or, lunch. What's your preference?" I dunno ... brunch?" We have some English muffins and ham. I can make eggs Benedict." We don't have Hollandaise sa...ce," she replied."I can make a fair approximation of Hollandaise sauce with what we do have."Cindy headed into the bathroom and I heard the shower running. I slipped into my robe and began boiling water to poach eggs.She approached me in her short robe pulling her fingers through her wet hair. I set a plate before her and poured two cups of. Suddenly, a couple of the guys came in and saw me blowing him on the floor. “Holy shit”, one of the guy’s said. I continued to suck with even greater passion, acting as if this was a noble deed that should not dare be interrupted. I continued to suck his hardening cock with greater ferocity, like an air pump. I began to slowly pull my own shorts down and jerk my cock as I continued. “Holy fuckin’ shit” I heard from the others, but I didn’t care. As the u*********s man’s cock was now solid. ‘What would you like to know?’ I asked in resignation. Jackson produced a tape recorder. ‘Everything.’ he said. And I told them. * * * * * * * * * * * When I finished our story leaving out no detail we all sat in silence. Rachel had corroborated many of the historical facts about her meeting Chad at work, her crush on him, and culminating with fucking him in a strange living room above the throbbing dance floor of ‘X’. It was now nearly noon, but I had no appetite even though it had been. Thanks! “What is it with men?” she lamented, as the bartender set our drinks down, she being Sandy, a former trainee at the police academy where I am an instructor. “Why do they think that they always have to make the first move?” Sandy and I had become friends when I was her instructor at the academy, and she had ended up confiding in me her need to be in control, especially when it came to sex, as a result of an unfortunate incident that happened to her several years back. As part of a.