As I entered, I noticed that there were not as many people inside the club as the last time I was here. Sure there were lots of men dressed in drag, a...few CIS women (at least, I think they were CIS women) dressed in male attire and chatting away.Venturing further inside, I also noticed a few people heading downstairs to the basement section. Now, this is where all the action took place. The basement section was where people went to commit the acts of debauchery they were here for. I myself had. So with my heart racing, I nodded my head and she started to suck my cock again. Helena was right, that woman was a cock sucking goddess. Okay it was my first blow job, but it still made her a goddess none the less. She would draw my cock into her mouth till her nose hit my pubes and her chin bounced on my balls. After a bit I started to notice that the water was getting cold, real cold Helena stopped and said let’s get out of here before we freeze. We stepped out, dried off and went to her. .."As she finished speaking the old man clapped his hands and laughedloudly. "The first...the first....the first!!!"In the next instant Patrick's vision was overwhelmed by a bright purpleflash. Blinded for a few seconds, his eyes fluttered as he slowlyregained his sight. To his shock the old man had vanished into thin air."What the hell was that!?!? Where did that freak go?!?!?" Mindyscreeched.Patrick looked around, but could find no sign of the old man in thelibrary. "I don't know...that. The weapon was probably a .25 calibre semi-automatic handgun, not very powerful. The Yanks would call something like that a "Saturday Night Special".To that fact alone you probably owe your life. And if it gun shows up or is used again in another crime ... Well then at least we will have somewhere to start. These street muggings are very difficult nuts to crack Mr Thomas. If the culprit uses the same modus operandi regularly, then there's a chance we can tie several cases together and come up.