I am wearing underpants, it’s just that I.” But Margaret cut him short by saying, “Well that is a problem solved then. Take them off and I will ...ash them for you. Come on take them off, or I will take them off for you.” Ben did as he was told. Although very sheepish and shy, he removed his wet shorts and Ben thought he managed to hide his hardness. Margaret took them to her laundry and washed the juice out of them. She then put them in her clothes drier to dry. When she returned to the dining. I re-positioned myself so I could give my cock to his mouth too, we sucked each other off for a good while, I had to make sure his cock was wet for what will happen next... Was I really ready for this, was I really ready to sit on another guys cock. He bent me over against the headboard of my bed and told me not to worry, he spat on his cock and then on my asshole, and placed his cock in my hole until the head of his cock had disappeared inside me. It was painful, beyond belief, I hadn't. The most prevalent feature however was the large bruises covering her face, this hinted at domestic violence. However she hadn’t had a relationship since she split from her husband three months ago. Thus confusion reigned. This was why I had been called in, it was hard being the best sometimes. I decided to return to the office and review what I knew. As I sat down trying to think the phone rang I saw it was the chief again and considered ignoring it but deciding it was probably about the. I let up on my grip of my shorts, allowing them to pull them away, exposing my genitals in plain view as I stood there, not knowing what to do. It's one thing to fantasize but another when it comes true! They started making jokes about "doing an inspection" and grabbed one of those hand held lights on a cord, clicking it on and shining the bright light directly on my engorged and throbbing cock. "Nice hard-on" they said laughing, and added, let's see how it measures up, grabbing a tape.