‘Hello George,’ Alex greeted. ‘Cook has prepared the breakfast you requested.’ ‘Very good,’ Alex replied walking towards the door, ‘I n...ed you to organize all these papers. Place my father’s on the red desk. I need to send him his bills.’ ‘That will be done,’ George replied, ‘Is there anything else?’ ‘Have you prepared everything for tonight’s ball at the Duchess of Lexington’s?’ ‘Everything has been prepared your grace, especially your cravat.’ Alex scowled. ‘Excellent,’ he replied dryly. The third hot blast pistoned from his cock tip, landing on her lashing tongue, which she quickly swallowed and the last huge sticky gob of cum splashed across her stomach, running down to her aching soaked cunt. My hand was raging up and down on my long bone, standing behind the shrub, jacking my cock like a maniac, squirting my huge load over the bushes as the last drop oozed to the tip of Marcus long prick and Miranda licked him clean, bathing every inch of his depleted meat. "She cooed,. .." You know we are in the kink capital of the universe here in the Bay area, San Francisco, Oakland, Berkeley? There are so many pervs here it's like a fucking New York bakery...you gotta take a number. I'm not quite heterosexual, neither is Woody, neither are you, it seems. I could see if I could help you meet some people here who are kinky but not insane, who would treat you, not mistreat you. If you were going to be around for a few more days...." Oooooooohhhh. I have to get on the train. “Mr. Chapman? Is that you?” I asked, squinting into the light.“That’s Officer Chapman, ma'am,” he said. He shined his flashlight away from my eyes so I could see him. He smiled and winked.“Oh god, you really had me going for a second!” I laughed. “Wait, you’re a cop?”“Yes ma'am,” he said, leaning over and resting his forearms on the side of my passenger side window again. “But that night when we… y’know… you were in a suit and everything,” I said.“I had just got back from a funeral,” he.