The gut wound was bad enough but not immediately critical, but it was the lung wound just a bit above and to the right of his heart that was trying to...both drown him and bleed him out at the same time.While the Foole made our unobtrusive getaway in his rental sedan, DeeDee and I tried to plug up the blood flows but despite our efforts and a lot of creatively applied direct pressure, our bent police captain was making quite a bloody mess of himself here in the back seat."I don't think you're. " Ian just smiled and went off to set up the reaction, I was left seething. I went back to my computer and resumed typing. My mind buzzed with thoughts and emotions, it was difficult to focus my mind on one particular track. One thought did come through loud and clear, I had to get hold of that camera somehow, it was the key to the entire problem. I decided that I would wait until Ian had gone home and then go through his desk and see if I could find the camera. I didn't have much confidence in. Wouldn’t mind having a woman or two involved. So I did it. I set out to fulfill my life long sexual fantasy. It still makes me wet just thinking about it.My first mission was to gather my “men”. For my fantasy I would need eight men or women to make me feel good. I opted out using any friends or acquaintances, as I didn’t want to be familiar with anyone - anonymity was essential. So as I continued my normal social routines, I kept an eye open for potentials. I even got “lucky” one night, when I. We retired from the pool to the terrace. I sat on a sun lounger to dry off in the sun.Claire walked across with a bottle of sun cream. "Remember how far south you are," she stated, a little sternly. "You are just north of the tropics. You need sun cream on if you sit in the sun, especially on those milk-white bits!" Her gaze went to my groin. I wasn't sure if this was just a general concern for my welfare or that she didn’t want me crying off later on due to a sunburned cock.I obeyed and.