"Go on, you filthy cock sucker, clean me up," Dean ordered me, forcing his cock against my lips. I could smell his cum and the musky scent of my ass o... him, but obediently done as he asked, taking his cock into my mouth and tasting his cum, swallowing what I could. My mind was taken off the filthiness of what Dean was making me do when Tyler's cock started to enter me. His massive black cock felt like it was ripping me in half as it slipped past my ring and up inside me. Despite the pain I. You haven't seen or heard from him since then, andthis is Monday morning. All right," I said. "Why come to me on what seemslike a routine Police matter? You know I specialize in cases with a Kinkytwist: matters where there's something to hide and my delicate touch isworth a Grand a day - plus expenses. All right, Mrs. Lake; what are youhiding?"She looked down, flushed, then looked back up at me. "You're right, Mr.Crayle, I've been keeping something back. It just seemed so- so, Imean..." She. Gratefully, my mother was engrossed in checking her e-mail, and barely gave me a glance as I walked through the kitchen door.‘Have a nice day at school, honey?’ she asked. The phrase always sounded new, like she hasn’t asked me that everyday since I came home from my first day of kindergarten.‘Yeah, mom. Got my Physic’s quiz back, got an 89,’ I said, straining to keep my voice casual and light. ‘Did Tammy call?’‘No, Dane, wasn’t she in. I hate you, and yet l still love you, too... I love you too much to tell you about your boss Ralph Taylor, and about Steve Samuels, and about that dog... She said only, "What is it, Howie? What news do you have?" Well, hang onto the telephone," said Howard enthusiastically, his words jumbling together in his excitement. "I met a man here in Monterey, at this meeting I attended. His name is Charley Dawes, and he owns a large auto dealership up in San Francisco. Well, we got to talking and then.