The other was a hooker by the name of Ann Wilson, with several priors. A mug shot accompanied the report. A woman by the name of Alice Mason, 136 Alco...n Ct., Apt. 3-B, had reported her missing three-and-a- half weeks ago. 136 Alcorn was a three-story brownstone located on a tree-lined court next to a small park with tennis courts. Stone cupids frolicked in a large fountain on the grassy median separating two lanes of parked vehicles. A pair of lions covered with a coat of verd-antique guarded. ”“Yes, Miss” He gave the slow nod of acknowledgement that was almost the first gesture that all Gimps were trained in. He turned to the cabinet at the side of the van and poured five measures of a clear liquor. Placing them on a tray he carried them the few feet across the van to where the girls were sitting and knelt, holding the tray out. He became perfectly still, the most difficult of all Gimp skills. James watched him as he waited holding the tray. Although he had been trained to perform. I gave her as much love as she gave me. I feasted on her as the pleasure radiated through my body. I felt the staff watching us, witnessing the passion we shared.“Damn,” muttered the guidance counselor. “They're both cumming.”“Yeah,” groaned the dean.“Oh, mi linda, you have such yummy cum,” purred Valeria after popping her mouth off my dick. “You have another time in you?”“Yes!” I groaned, feeling a second wind already sweeping through me. I was young. I could stay hard.She purred in delight. You’ll forgive me I’m sure if I don’t be too specific, certainly in the light of the story which is about to unfold. I’m thirty-five, and look after myself and married to a gorgeous woman. Sorry, I forgot to mention that I was gay. We’ve been together for several years and finally tied the knot two years ago and I am totally and utterly in love with her. This last statement may come as some surprise when I reveal what happens.++++++++++++I sat there for some time while the train picked up speed.