The American lady was gorgeous, probably in her mid thirties, a blond and totally naked apart from the smallest black thong. She had her head well tuc...ed down into the massage table and was oblivious to the fact that I was there.She certainly had no clue that a complete stranger had been invited to wank his cock just a few inches from her feet at the end of her massage table.The masseuse was now smiling at me. I wondered if she had suggested this before. Then she left me in no doubt as she got. "Where" I said, eyebrows up with the shoulders this time, "over there" he said, pointing to the disabled stall. "OK" I said and he took my hand and led to the stall, quickly before anybody else came in. Closing and locking the door he sat on the toilet and pulled me to him unzipping my fly he uncoiled my cock and pulled at it reaching in he released by balls and there hung low under my growing cock. Pulling the foreskin back he kissed the end and then sucked the growing purple mushroom bell. She pressed a button on the recorder. "Interview commences, the date is March fifteen, two thousand and nine, the time is fourteen-twenty hours, present in the room are DS Jacquie Adams and..." She looked at Jack for an input."Jack Adams." There are no solicitors present. At this time, Mr. Adams, I must ask you if you require a solicitor to be called. If so, we can suspend this interview until one arrives." Jacquie looked at Jack."I waive my rights to a solicitor at this time." Jack said,. “Well that’s nice, but does that mean you have to go out more often with two squadrons?”“No it means I won’t go out ever again, I’ll be based here at home.”He watched her face as she digested his news. She was frowning trying to make sense of what he had said. “Bobby this isn’t a joke or something, it would be too cruel if it was.”“No darling, no joke, you are going to have to get used to me being under your feet all the time.”The tears started to fall, her face breaking into a wide smile, the.