He swallowed my dick, swirling his tongue around the tip, licking off the clear precum. He sucked and slurped, making lots of noises, but still, it fe...t amazing. The saliva acting like lube and sliding my dick all over his flickering tongue. He forced his way down, gaging slightly, and then back up. He traced my “happy trail” with his fingers, and with his other hand, began to tickle my balls. I writhed in pleasure. I groped for his leg, and finally catching it, pulled him around, lips still. "Really," she said. "When we started going out together, he treated me so bad. On our third date, he beat me with a baseball bat and cracked three of my ribs. I was in agony for weeks." But?" said Rudy."But the last time he hit me," she sobbed, "he hardly left a black and blue mark." That's horrible," said Rudy."It gets worse," she cried. "I had a headache a few days ago, through no effort on his part, and he offered to give me a Tylenol to ease my pain."Rudy held his hands to his mouth. "The. ’ I said. ‘By the way, Laura, we’re about to go to lunch. Care to join us?’ ‘I’ll take a raincheck.’ With that, Laura made her goodbyes and left. ‘Well,’ I said, ‘let’s head on over to the Cop Bar.’ ‘Is Cindy paying for it?’ Teresa asked. ‘Don’t tell me you two didn’t have a bet on it.’ ‘Tell you what. I’ll pay for this one.’ said a voice at the door. Jack Muscone of the FBI was letting himself in. Martin Nash and Sandra Speer were behind him. ‘And then Don and I can have a private. I feel so weird." I laughed a bit. He must have gone through this aswell. At least I was lucky enough to have a handler that could relate."I bet. I felt like I was going crazy a bit at first. Don't worrythough, our trainers are rather expert at what they do. Honestly, I'venever told anyone this before, but I do kind of miss it. Not enough tochange back, but I can understand those who stay women." He was nearlywhispering by the end. I blushed a bit more at the whole notion. Itcertainly wasn't.