"Tom Wilshire?" I was asked.I nodded."I am marshal Frankins and I am bringing you in for questioning concerning your recent trip abroad. You are not u...der arrest, but we are questioning you, so if you wish to have an attorney present that is your right," he said, then he 'Miranda-ized' me.My attorney was already in New York, my having told him the flight number, and my circumstances. I was allowed my call, and I called his office. They in turn, relayed the call to my attorney via his cell. She also always has a thing for gym freaks and if they are tanned and have a bald head, she’s definitely in there.‘Don’t tell me, he had a bald head and quite clearly worked out within an inch of his life?’Faye took a sip of her drink and smiled. ‘You know me too well, Pip Squeak. Yes, you’re absolutely spot on. Horny wasn’t the word. He looked like he could completely ruin you. The type that could toss you around the bedroom like a rag doll.’I admit that bit made me feel a tad horny. As much. This was the first experience of a lesbian affair for both of us and had seemed a logical progression when I had taken a drink to her room to console her after her husband had left the house for a long walk, absence made in order that she may be alone to consider her startling new knowledge of the man she had married. We had, without either of us seeking it, simply fallen into each other’s arms as Suzanna’s shock and frustration made her vulnerable and me, in turn, predatory. At first, of. Through his boxers, she saw the outline of his thick cock. He tucked the band of his boxers below his balls, and she moved her face toward him. Looking up, she saw him staring at her. He saw her eyes move from his face to his cock and his head slip past her lips. His mouth gaped as he felt her tongue slide against his shaft. She made circles around his head and watched his face as he closed his eyes and leaned back. He wanted more. He stood up and helped her to her feet, moving her waist closer.