“You are poking me” she whispered. I said “what are you talking about” knowing full well that she was talking about the raging hard on poking ...er belly button. She reached down and lightly grabbed my dick through the thin material of my gym shorts (it was the 80s) and whispered “what is this”? “Nothing, be quite" I replied. “Do you think I am pretty”? “Yes” I whispered. “It feels good when you touch it me there” She took her tiny hand and wrapped it around my dick and began softly squeezing my. I let a sigh of contentment as I was entering my work's garage lookingfor my allocated parking space. Life was good having Mika at my beck andcall and it was even better because our sexual life, very unconventionalat times, was extremely satisfactory.CHAPTER 3The same eveningFirst person narrative - MikaI checked once more my looks in the mirror. I thought I looked very smartin my black dress, half white apron, black tights and black 2in courtshoes, I kept my long hair - thanks to the hair. Wildman ... I would never do anything to hurt you or Renee.”“That is what she said, and what I believe with all my soul. You would never do anything to harm me and mine. But we have to look at the possibility that someone who knows both of us would. So, the first thing we do is find these fellas names and find out everything about them that we can find. Then we sift through the intel and find any connections.”“Guys, they are connected enough that they thought that they could go into a hospital. I had been going out with this Bi Gal that gave great head, liked to massage my prostate and snow ball as well as loved anal herself. I had gotten top of the line circus tickets for us. After the circus I figured on some great sex to celebrate the 4th into the 5th. Fucking A, this gal was a work a holic and begged off to get back to work from home on some project.... Blue Balls.... I called Becca to see what she had planned for the holiday evening. Becca invited me to join her at her community.