It wouldn't really fix the turmoil in my head. But a single ejaculation could bring me a brief moment of ecstasy, a few seconds when I didn't have to ...hink about my troubles. So I didn't resist as Brooke stroked my naked shaft a few times before parting her lips and slowly pushing my head into back of her mouth.Deep-throating me was something Brooke still could only do with difficulty. Her gag reflex was simply too strong, and it was something she only did on special occasions. This was one of. She took a look at it, and said that it was cute, and to my wonder, she bought it. Then we roamed around a bit, ate some junk foods, and started towards home. I dropped her in front of her home, and she insisted that I came in, so, I went in, and found the door to be locked from the outside. She had the keys with her, so she unlocked it, and we went in. obviously, there was no one in the house except us. I planted myself on the sofa while she went in. after a bit; she was calling me from her. “Black bag” is all Frank had to say.It took thirty minutes for the locals to show up and the resulting confusion lasted for several hours. All of them were hauled down to the police station and it was, in the quaint military parlance of the US Army, a cluster fuck.It was clear that the local Sheriff’s department had never dealt with a gun battle on this scale. The seven dead bodies at the Chalet, six intruders and one private security, along with the one dead body in the burned vehicle on the. "Here you go."Suddenly it occurred to me that it might seem odd to the customer for Suzi to be talking about herself in the third person. Well, shit. It was too late now. I'd have to let things go and just hope it didn't bother him.He paid her, including a $200 tip, and offered her a drink. They sat down and talked. He tried to start a conversation, asking her questions about herself, where she was from. Suzi's responses were simple and direct."Suzi is a whore. Suzi is a slut who lives for.