"It was fucked up beyond belief. But I had fun. Can you believe that shit?"Andy was formulating his reply when the squad car pulled up behind him at t...e gate."Oh shit," he said.Regan pulled back from his shoulder and looked out the back window."Don't worry," she said. "They're Rent-A-Cops. Leave them to me."Andy watched in his sideview mirror as the young, uniformed man sauntered up to the car and pecked on the glass. Regan made a "roll it down" motion."What the fuck do you want, Prick?" she. Lewbert was asleep behind his desk, leaned back in his chair with his feet up on his desk. Sam resisted the urge to mess with him as she and Freddie walked down the hall to the elevators.Getting out of the elevator and walking around the corner to apartment 8D, they both had worrisome but determined look on their faces.Freddie knocked on the door. "It's me, Mom."Sam snickered as they could hear Mrs. Benson typing in that crazy long security code that unlocked the door. The door finally opened.. She suddenly remembered about her secret journal still located in her handbag. "Damn! I must remember to be more careful with that" she thought, berating herself.She knew she couldn't make a move for her purse now, not with out calling attention to what was inside.In her anxiety over her journal, Athena didn't notice how Mrs. Devereux surreptitiously slide down and for a brief, glorious moment had pressed her face directly onto the unsuspecting reporter's vulva and breathed deeply of the heady. Just then, I decided to act as if I knew nothing and play along. I bet myself that Inga had done the same about Frederik and Bjorg until she could catch them in the act and surprise them by joining in.Just then, I realized ... if those two were bisexual, they might want to fuck me and have me fuck them? Could I do that part of the five-way? Well, I told myself, a mouth on my cock was still a mouth on my cock ... the rest was negotiable along the line, though perhaps a stiff drink would steady.