I got up and slowly opened the front door to my apartment. No one was in the hallway, so I stepped out and went over to Brad, the snotty homophobe's, ...partment. His door was wide open and the only light that was on came from the kitchen. I walked in and surveyed the dump. The dining room table was tipped over with Brad laying on the floor next to it. He looked like he was out. Next to him was a bottle of whiskey and broken glass. His buddies were also passed out in the living room. And then,. He sat on the recliner and she curled up on the couch and they watched the news. During a commercial he asked her how the cops had treated her. ‘With respect and concern. One was a woman and she hugged me when I couldn’t stop crying. I think she had been a client of mine but it is hard to tell when they are in uniform. They had dusted for fingerprints before I left. I did not tell anyone where I was going except the lady cop.’ ‘Good thinking. I don’t want anyone trashing my place. So, how much. M into an adjoining room, discovering it to be the study. Book shelves lined the walls and a massive desk sat in the middle of the room. Mr. M sat down behind the desk, assuming his regular position while I sat down on a little chair in front of him. He still had his head buried in the morning paper, as per the usual Mr. Morrison- my boss. I was still embarrassed and in relative shock, from this morning’s incident, so, I couldn’t muster one polite conversational word. So, I just sat nervously,. I can tell you're really wanting to." I said, removing my finger. He whimpered sadly, giving me a pitiful look of want. I pressed my cock against his asshole and thrust in hard, turning the whimper into a moan. "Let's fucking do it." Jacob said, stroking his already stiffening cock at the lurid scene. "It's fucking perfect." I grunted, shoving myself deep into Chris's ass hard, his whole body moving in the bed with each thrust of my ridgid prick. I wasn't going to last long with the idea of.