It was a black man named Walt.He had worked with my dad as a policeman.Walt was a detective and my father had been a regular policeman.Walt was a nice...guy, always joking with me and wanting to know if there was anything he could do for me.He was in his early fifties ,stood about 6ft 3in tall not real muscular but not a skinny man by no means.He also had been a reserve Army drill sergeant.He had a shaved head since had began to bald.No facial hair.They walked into the living room where I was. Unfortunately, Chuck was not going to provide those flicks—or anything else for that matter. He was sprawled, almost lifelessly on the chaise, his eyes sort of rolled back in his head. It was then I learned a very important lesson—if you want a man to do something for you, you'd better get it before he cums.Chuck's breathing was deep and even, and I think he may have dozed off for a minute. But it wasn't long before he looked at me with this sheepish grin on his face and began to pull his. Suddenly she caught my hand. Ohhhhh I was scared if she tells everyone about this. I looked at her face she was smiling I slowly begged her not to tell anyone. She said don’t worry you will get what you want. I asked what are saying. She said its ok and she also enjoys it.After hearing this I opened her skirt button and rubbed her pussy over the panty and she was also massaging my cock. I asked her for a kiss she said no someone may look behind and find us like that. We can do anything under. .. Hey,” he said turning to me. “You’re next. Just try to put him in a good mood before I have to go back in, okay?” I looked at him a little strangely. “I’m Bruce Wayne, technical director. And no, I am no relation to Batfuckingman. Better go in. Sorry he’s not in a better mood.” I looked at the secretary. She nodded her head toward the open door and I stepped up to it.“Come in. Come in! I don’t bite. I’m impressed with your paper on Manon. I’m actually anxious to hear what you have to say.