She had just done something she had never remotely ever imagined herself doing. Quite an ordeal. I was quite understanding even if, as ever, totally d...voted to my duties. A slave-girl has to be trained to behave herself in every sort of sexual way that is demanded of her. And in every other way too.„Kneel up!“Chloe knelt up. Her eyes were red blotches. Her young cheeks were awash with tears. Those apple-round breasts heaved up and down. She was, I could see, right at the end of her tether. So,. How often do you and Jack have sex?" she inquired. We were in a dry spell then, and it that was why I liked being with her: she could be a sexual outlet for me too. "Sex sessions between us have been way down, I guess we've grown apart," I confessed. "I'm sorry, sweetie. Well, you can fuck me anytime you want," she offered. "Thank you, I guess," I replied. Then she wanted a cuddle session. So her arms went around me, and I immediately returned the favor. No words were spoken, and great feelings. It is a big space as well. One wall is open with maybe eight or ten shower nozzles on the wall. The opposite side has cubicles with showers for more privacy. I couldn’t see anyone but I could hear the shower at the very end in the cubicles running. That must be where these two guys were.I walked down to the last shower nozzle and turned it on. I turned around and had a view into the last cubicle. There was the lifeguard on his knees sucking off the swimmer. To be honest, they had stopped. By the time Andrea arrived at the scene the body had been photographed and the murder weapons found, the coroner was taking possession of the body and Mike was completing his notes.“What took you so long?” Mike finally asked after he gave her a complete run down if the scene, and told her that in his humble opinion, that it was a copycat case.“I needed to think about us for a second.”“Kind of a weird time to stop and think about romance.” Mike stated rather matter of factly.“I know but I wanted.