“And I wouldn't want my queen to be any other way.”Clint was the luckiest fucker in the world. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~December 17th, 2026 �... Detective Nelson TuckerI knocked hard on the door, pounding on it with vigor. My knee ached from climbing the three flights of stairs to get to his apartment. In my mid-forties, and everything was falling apart. I struggled not to pant because spry Sunny hardly looked more than pink-cheeked from the exertion.“Ted Blake!” I demanded and pounded again,. Tiny silver studs shine against the black leather at junctions as the straps run behind his neck in a halter-top fashion and circle the man's muscular, hairy chest. His arms are trapped tight against his back, wrist to elbow in a tight tie that renders the powerful limbs useless. Two thin straps angle across the man's hairy, flat abdomen and disappear between his legs either side of his package, only to re-emerge framing his powerful buttocks.The man is sitting on his ass dejectedly in a pool. . you're not going to try anything are you?"Susan's hips were now moving with a life of their own. With each squeeze of her thighs, Susan's breath exploded from her in a grunting sigh. The pressure on her breasts was almost unbearable. Not waiting for an answer to her question she pulled the man's face to hers and she initiated another kiss. As she felt his tongue enter her mouth, she felt her hips drive upward.The excited girl could feel her swollen labia moving, squeezing her clitoris and. Rick, the editor, joked the Police Department would be unable to cope with the increased workload if he put me on the crime pages. When he moved me to homemaking I suspected the joke might also be an excuse and began looking for a new employer.Every journalist wants to do investigative writing --- the Woodward and Bernstein Syndrome. That was my downfall at the second round interview with Jan and his faux Gallic lisp. Sure, he said, the magazine was presently just one more glossy adolescent.