A similar figure stood there in a painting on the wall behind the interviewer's desk. A tank of water as narrow as my water bottle stretched up to th... ceiling off in another corner. The tank was divided up on the outside like a huge thermometer and days of the week were written in each section. Little paper cups sat in a stack at the base. The interviewer himself was a short, skinny little man in a gaudy lightblue suit, white shirt, and black tie. He stared out at me through thick red glasses. I was called in for an overnight just after we logged off. So I am tired and still horny. Can you help me, Obi-Wan, you are my only hope..." Of course I can. Are you home alone?" Yes, in my bed, my roommate is at work." Ok. Lie back and just do what I tell you." Hmmmm, ok. I like a man who can take charge..."The house was empty. Rebecca, Tom's wife had left for her studio. He unzipped his pants and stroked his cock."Take off your top and bottom. I want you naked. Now take your index. “WOW!” What a sight to see! I was rubbing very lightly on my clitoris and moving my hand slowly down inside my slit toward my opening as I then inserted a finger into my soaking wet pussy. I began to move it in-n-out, and after inserting a second finger, I began to come hard while he watched intently as I moaned so mournfully.It was an amazing feeling as I began to squirt my nectar over him. We both lay down in some soft loose hay facing each other, side-by-side, gazing at how we both looked. "I have no idea. I have told you, I came across him laying on the ground and he said what he said, and you know the rest. Hell, you probably know more of what he died from than I do," I said a bit sourly."No one told you? Of course not. Massive chest trauma. He was hit with a great deal of force, something about a foot square in diameter hit him solidly in the chest. I am surprised he lived long enough to even talk to you," the detective said somberly.We talked a bit longer, and then he took.