Trace this line,that spot. Feel the damp. Close fingers once again. Stroke.Very slow. No hurry. Kissing. Stroking. Stroking.Suddenly: I feel him gasp ...nto my mouth. Pump warmth onto my stomach.We lay there, entangled, just as if he couldn't push me off, swing outof bed, break free. I felt him try to start to speak -- something aboutthe way his breathing caught, relaxed, caught again, maybe the tinyshifting beneath my palm as it lay on his cheek. What to say now? Howto say it?Finally, I have. I told her to go help him get his measurements and bend over a lot while she was doing that, then get him in the living room and offer him some iced tea or soda. I intended to stay out in the kitchen so he wouldn't know anyone else was at home. From the corner of the kitchen/dining room, I could not only hear what was said in the living room, I could actually see through the pillars on the half-wall without being noticed. The couch and wing back chair, with the arcadia door between them, were. While my slopply novice mouth was making loud sucking noises, I reached down to my uniformed pants to free my own rock hard dick. While I wasnt at all expecting Butch to suddenly remove it from my mouth and to stand up, I did lean back far enough so that it now was nearly level with my lower face. His deep voice was firm and in total control as he ordered me to "Suck It Like a Bitch in Heat!" Having shed every last ounce of my pride or shame, I became Butches Toilet Stall Blow Boy as I crudely. After the first week, they left us alone unless Darla had a job to give us.Even Simon backed off. For some reason, the presence of Ymir and Jamal frightened him. The fact they seemed to spend as much time protecting us gave him few opportunities to get to any of us.The grenade launcher did miraculously turn up in evidence, but it had been accidentally cleaned and had no serial numbers on it, so it was useless. We couldn’t even guarantee that it was the one used.Major Zaman had also had no luck.