He was 5.7″ tall with six packs and curly hair lean built.Next, I asked him about his work and he replied he was a masseuse and e offered me a free ...assage, which I declined.He then insisted for which I agreed and shared my WhatsApp number with him.Next day he texted me on WhatsApp and asked me to meet him and sent me his address.For which I did not reply, he got frustrated.By evening after college, he again texted me and said if u r interested come or delete my number.I felt bad and agreed to. My mother was always talking about people who had died. She said, old lady’s voice, “Do you remember Muriel? She’s just died. Do you remember Arthur? He’s just died”. I said, “Mom, please get off the roof and give me the gun.”I come from a family of failed magicians. I have two half-sisters.He put his lips on her and slid his tongue in THAT’S NOT HOW IT’S DONE Said the other paramedicIn the bedroom sparks were flying. I’m not really good at being an electrician.“He looked at his wife as she lay. How he personally was setting up a task force and had brought in a FBI profiler. Five fucking minutes. Even that profiler hadn't said much and he thought the feds always wanted to get the spot light.Even when cornered by the press, Detective Big Man Saint hadn't said anything. He knew right then that he needed to do something that would make a big splash, that would show them all that he wasn't someone to be thought of lightly. And the girl in his lab had given him the idea. Detective Nick. . ohhh... What's the matter, afraid hubby Charlie really will find out?Yes Mistress. I just can't chance it. He'd divorce me for sure, or send me to prison, or worse!Relax slut, I'm not going to tell. I know just how much you fear him finding out, that's why this talk is making you so so wet!I... um... what?Oh don't deny it. We both know the thought of getting caught turns you on more than anything, even more than your daughter's fist!Please Mistress, don't joke.I think you should march right.