‘Oh shit, I’m in a gay bar, now how do I get out of here, and what do I do if someone hits on me.’ Strange thoughts.Of course the obvious answe... was chug the beer, get up and go back to the motel. Fred wasn’t thinking all that clearly. So while he was mentally making plans for a discreet exit he had three more beers. By the time the fourth beer came he had decided to ride it out and pretend he was somewhere else, at least their were people here, more than he could say for either the motel. “Not in an ongoing investigation. I know the laws as well as you do.”“Fine,” Ms. Morgan said with all the air of someone who hadn’t been stopped dead in her proverbial tracks, “I’ll get a subpoena for the general details of your case.”Dalton’s smile never faltered. She relaxed against the Suburban again. “Good luck with that. Now, if you don’t mind, I need to speak with my consultant. Privately.”Ms. Morgan stared at Dalton for another few seconds and then looked back at me with a less-severe. I did go to bed but just could not sleep. I found that there was silence in the living room so I moved out to my secret place to have a peek at the bed room of my aunt. And there they were both entwined in the act of intercourse, totally dedicated. Dr.Salim was humping her as if there was no tomorrow and my aunt was meeting up to the animalistic body rhythm. In the dim lights and candle and oil lamps all other women from the nearby mosque and our maid servant were surrounding the master bed. “Cherries,” you murmured as your thumb and forefinger gently pinched, making my nipples ache with need.You kissed me fiercely and sucked on my lower lip before you swiftly pushed me back against the metal gate. I gasped at the contact with the cold metal on my now naked back. You took both ends of your tie and cuffed my hands to the metal gate above my head. Suddenly I panicked a little and pulled on the shackles to free myself.“Don’t,” you said in a harsh voice and put one of your hands on my.