You will learn this." The binding chain is broken. The metal drops onto the floor with a clink, and you bring your hands to your face. Fingers, your b...ain thinks. Brain? You press your hands against your head and feel the hair, soft and short. It is trimmed sharply around the ears and neck. In the black mirror, you find that it is brown, like your eyes. You touch your face."Handsome." The voice is soft, deep. You look down to your body and observe the muscled landscape. Chest, your brain tells. Whatever standing cock isn’t in my mouth is poking and prodding me in the cheeks and nose. I love that shit, I really do. They’re pushing one another out of me, and stuffing themselves in, and I loved it. My man below was really working me, too; it was so good. He was giving my little pussy a fucking workout, and she was so into it. I stopped before he came, and gave them all a moment to slow down before we went on. One of them went to finally shut the sliding garage door. Didn’t need undue. While in the shower I couldn't stop my mind from wandering to John. And again, I started crying. My shower took longer than expected, because I wanted to make sure it didn't look like I had been crying. When I shut the water off, I heard the TV. Sounded like a football game. I then knew that Derek was here.I threw my tank top and shorts on, and didn't worry about a bra. He's seen me much worse. When I got to the living room he turned off the TV, got up, and gave me a hug. I couldn't stop. “Well, sorry, Mona. There is no equation to solve. At least not for me.” I admitted.“We can give you a job with a decent income,” She offered.“I especially don’t want a government job,” I laughed.“Then what do you want?” she asked.“Look, I’m not a cop. I wouldn’t even know where to begin,” I said.“I know you are not a cop. The word I got is that you are an expediter. Someone who gets things done. Things no one else can figure out. The word I got was that the solutions are not always what the.