.. until we have worn that slutty cunt of yours out!" he said. He gave me a red handkerchief, my safe signal, and I knew that if it got to be too much...for me, all I had to do was drop the handkerchief and he would stop everything immediately. I trusted him in this matter implicitly, but by the same token, this was supposed to be a punishment. I knew he would be even more cross with me if I used my safe signal to "wimp out" and stop things prematurely. I was to endure this punishment to my. ........I like to put my whole mouth around you there...............my hot mouth..................Bruce, has any girl sucked your dick? Ever?" Can I tell you one more story? I KNOW you are going to jack that load off as soon as you get in your room and close the door. I know you like to jack off to Playboy, every boy I've ever met does that, even the boys who like boys do that. But I want to leave you with a thought, a mental picture of me you can jack off to instead of a magazine.'' I was. In a moment, he would have to put Katherine’s nightgown on her. His whole being rebelled against it. How he didn’t want to conceal her beauty from his gaze! He dared to let his eyes rest just a moment longer on that secret part of her which was just level with his sight. Had he the freedom, he would have pressed his lips to the soft hair, breathing in her woman’s musk, and let his tongue steal between the folds of skin to taste the nectar within. He would have held her buttocks, letting the. That should provide all the evidence you need to lock her away."So now he had come clean, and it was a relief. He hated planting that camera in her apartment, but it had been necessary. Sitting in his car for hours on end had given him plenty of time to think, and with nothing else to do but worry, his worst fears had magnified themselves in his mind. What if his surveillance wasn't enough? What if he managed to scare off Everett temporarily, but it just tipped her off that he was watching.