“Your name is ‘Detective’?” He sighed and slapped his forehead. “My name is Liu. Now tell me your name.” “Tranquility.” “Back to...Square One,” he groaned. He led me to a bathroom which had a shower stall in the far left corner. He went to a cabinet and took out a towel, bottle of shampoo and a bar of soap. “This is for your hair,” he explained as if I’ve never seen a bottle of shampoo before. “This is for your body,” he said as he handed me the soap. “I will leave you alone to shower. I. But I resist and I wait, knowing my wonderful pleasure will come first. You smile to yourself and get comfortable on top of me, your lips beginning to open. You swoop down slowly, your eyes fixated and I move my dick up and down, showing you it’s ready. But you intend to give me more torture and the dark cum-filled stain as your target, the outline of my dick disappears inside your mouth and beneath my boxers, I pump it up and down again inside your mouth. Your lips close and I moan loudly as. Her happy smile gradually turned off and was replaced by an annoyed expression."What's on your mind? You don't look happy any more." That's because I'm not. Happy. I have to go in a little while. I'd much rather stay here and fuck the life out of you, and live happily ever after on your life insurance." Ha, ha. Talk about the merry widow. Why do you have to go?" I thanked yes to an invitation, three months ago. You know, our little 'yakkedi' club. Normally we meet some weekday afternoon, but. Sorenson, I don't think you should be doing that," I hissed loving how tenderly she was touching me. I moved down one step bringing my groin level with her face."When it's just us I think, no, I want you to call me Julie," she breathed coating the exposed portion of my erection with her warm breath. "As for this," she panted raising her fingers higher and lightly feeling my organ, "I don't care what's right or wrong. You have something I want and I'm going to do everything I can do have.