You give him a friendly smile as he finally looks back up into your beautiful face."I would like to do the talking, if that's okay with you", you prop...se."Yes, of course. That's fine. You're the expert after all."Soon you are standing with a phone at your ear, listening to the dial tone. It seems to ring fifteen or twenty times before someone picks up."Hello, who is this?", you ask."Who are you? Some chick? Where's the cop?", a rough male voice rasps."I am the negotiator. Who are you?" My name. Mercy had opened the door for them, apparently, and she showed them into the front parlor."I'm Detective Barnes. Detective Hearst," the man said, nodding towards the woman next to him."Is this the girl? Let me see your arm," the woman said, and they didn't waste any time.She scanned my slave tattoo first thing, just making sure of who I was. The small, hand-held computer thing pulled the information up that had been filed when Mr. Reiser had bought me. Her partner reached inside his jacket for. ) we were just taking advantage of the moment.But now....Now we were wide awake, all mental functionality was at full capacity and the afterglow of hot sex had worn off all too quickly, and just like that, we had begun to regret everything.However, I didnt regret having sex, oh no, don't be silly, I only regret telling him “I love you”, I regret seducing my best friend and I regret making him feel this awful...He, on the other hand, was raised to believe that anything 'Gay' or remotely. “This man who has tons of money to put into our company, but from what I have heard is he is hard to impress.” “I am sure you will do fine,” I said to her with a smile, just as a man pushed her office door open and walked in. I sat up straight in my mothers chair and shot my mother a worried look. I was not sure if me being here was even okay to begin with. “Who is this,” the man asked looking over at me. He looked me up and down, at least the parts of me that he could see, smiling just a.