I wanted to."Yes". My voice was quiet. "Shall I tell you what I think you want?" Yes, Luke" I think you want to suck my cock." His hand went down the ...ront of his swimming trunks and he started rubbing himself. I watched his knuckles through the sheer fabric. "You can touch yourself, if you like" he told me. I moved my hand to the front of my shorts and rubbed my hard cock. As I touched, I noticed that precum had made a wet spot there. Had that been there as we walked past all those people? Oh. .." I took a quick moment to think of a reply that didn't make him mad at me. He stood up again, turning his body around to face me this time, and I found the perfect thing to say just in time as I replied hesitantly, "I... Well, I just didn't wanna cum again... Not just yet... I mean, the night is still young you know and there's still so much more I wanna do with you." He smiled, his face blushing a bright red, his entire body was dripping wet and so was mine as the water kept on splashing. He loved the fear of all those ordinary people he came in contact with during an investigation into their day to day business dealings, but more importantly it gave him an insight into the personal lives they led. It was easy for him to pry into people's private lives and this gave him a sense of god like powers as he decided their fate. If he did not like the look of the person he was investigating he would make them suffer with a high fine and if anyone came back before him, he would see to. Though at first I’d dismissed it as some sort of virus or a joke and deleted it. But, when I didn’t reply, a second Email arrived that made things much clearer:Either write and accept her terms or the police would be knocking on my door within hours!Buying time, I had tried prevaricating, asking who she was and how she supposedly knew so much about me. She was not shy. She told me she was a Domme – and a deranged one, I told myself, if the next part of her description was to be taken on trust..