After I’d had to leave, she’d finally taken the test to become a detective and moved over into Vice. It certainly wasn’t as glorious as Homicide... but she’d worked the Dog Run for years before I joined the force and knew more about the flow of drugs and prostitution than anyone, so she was a damn good fit for it.Maybe she could put two and two together for me.I’d just finished showering, when someone rung up from the front door of the building. I grabbed a lavalava a man’s waist wrap used across. Making him have to come in front of me. His body leaned into mine. I grabbed his ass. He jumped back looked at me with this look of ‘what’.“Close the door’ is whispered. He shut the door quietly. Came back over, all I wanted whim to do was let me suck his finger. He pulled the glove off. I took his finger back into my mouth. Feeling thick and hard finger, tasted of a rubber glove. I lost control, my eyes shutting, tiny moans escaping me. All from his finger.He clicked a button on the chair, and. Something about the tone of the voices made me slow down and move cautiously, even though I couldn't work out what was being said.I could see that the path I was on opened out into a moon lit clearing, and I approached it slowly, keeping to one side of the path. I could still hear the voices, which were getting clearer. There was a womans voice, and a mans, but I couldn't tell much more about them. I'm not sure why my instincts were to keep quiet and be stealthy, but in hindsight, I'm glad they. We discussed the state of local and national politics and the weather and its effect on the test match currently being contested at ‘Lords’. He lit a cigarette and offered me one and seemed pleased when I told him I didn’t smoke. Imagine my surprise and shock when he crossed to that cupboard again and returned with crook handled school cane some four feet long. Certainly the longest I’d seen but I somehow didn’t feel inclined to make jokes of that genre at this time.He sat down having placed.