The place was bigger than my house. Bigger even than the house Jerry and the girls and I had lived in when I was still married. “Cindee’s over thi... way,” said the woman in the red bathrobe. I followed her into the suite, feeling more and more self conscious as I went through. Several people milled about the room. Maybe twenty in all. Most of them were hovering over a table, picking at hors d’oeuvres. They chatted and laughed. They were all young, none of them appeared to be over twenty five,. Jack Monahan was a living stereotype for an Irish cop. With his short, grey hair, his piercing blue eyes, and his tall, lean body he could have easily played the "captain" in any crime show. He received Luke at the front door and looked him over pointedly.Luke had decided to go casual. Nothing fancy, just sand-colored dockers and a light-blue shirt. The stainless steel Rolex Blue Oyster was an old one he had found in a pawn shop, and it showed the decades of use. He had left his fancy cell. Your cock pushing his cum all around inside of me.”“So, let me get this straight.” I needed to understand. “I ONLY get to fuck you after Officer Nightstick comes over here? I watch you and him and then it’s my turn when he’s done?”“Well” she replied, “That’s a little simplistic, but in a nutshell, YES!”“What do I have to do while he’s here... with you?” I asked, “Anything in particular?”“Are you asking for generalities” she asked, “or specifics?”“Both, I guess” I replied, since I didn’t really. Charles was the quarterback for the football team, perhaps the best-looking boy of them all.She asked him where they were going and he kind of smiled at her."Don't worry about it, sugar," he said. "We'll find someplace nice to go." "But what'll I wear?" Susan asked.Charles grinned at her. "Awww, something simple." She didn't realize what the grin meant then. But she knew that his grin gave her an uneasy feeling. She soon forgot about it though because of the excitement of dating a football.