" Okay. I'll buy dinner to make up my absence."They ate a delicious Thai dinner near the office of the PI. The building turned out to be a beautiful b...ownstone with a filigreed façade dating from the twenties. On the third floor, stepping from the slow moving lattice gated disturbingly old elevator, they found the door done in frosted glass like in thirties movies with J & L Johansson, Problem Solvers etched in and knocked."It's open," yelled a woman throatily. Busy reading a file, she sat on. “Here’s what’s going to happen.” Mrs. Perkins explained. “I’m going to reach into your little boy hole, gently, and massage a special place in here. It’s so special that most don’t even know about it. As I do, your immediate need to climax will be replaced by a subtle need to pee….. and yet, you will not pee at all.”It’s then that Mrs. Perkins slid her long middle finger up into my rectum as she slowly twisted and revolved her finger up inside of me. I was starring directly at my penis and the. She just wanted him. He leaned over after parking in the lot outside the restaurant and started making out with her. Softly and gently pressing her lips against his. He pulled back and went around the car and opened her door for her and walked inside her favorite restaurant. He held her hand and they walked inside but he held her close and made her sit with him. They got their food and she sat right beside him. He put his arm around her and kissed her. As they finished up he drove her to the. Faye came back down after only fifteen minutes or so, quicker than I’d thought she would, but maybe she was eager to get this over with. Perhaps she was eager to plead her case. I doubted there would be much of an apology at this point, though. If she had that in mind, she’d have taken much longer in the shower. I know her. My Faye hates to admit she was wrong about anything. It would have taken double that length of time to talk herself into an admission of guilt.She was dressed in one of my.