No chance to stop for a bite now, he thought to himself, spitting into the into the street's littered gutter, hungry to finish the mystery once and fo... all. He'd wolf down something when he got back home. Then he remembered, Pavlov... the Russian Mafia... and bodies disappearing. Yes, the City Pound! It wasn't horse-meat they were serving the mutts, but evidence! Not Purina, but pure evil!He would sure of it, he had sniffed the scent of fear coming from the young dogcatcher when he had. Gonna shoot ... gonna squirt in that cheerleader pussy!“And then the coach shoved that boner way deep inside the teenager and held it there. Cathy saw his butt cheeks clench and she knew that his penis was shooting spurts of semen into Connie’s pussy.It had made her knees weak. She’d backpedaled quickly into the office, where she left the note from Mrs. Thompson, and then ran back to class, where she arrived panting, and not all just from the run.So, as Cathy followed her Uncle up to the access. Now I have to make a bit of a confession in order to explain what happened next. When I was a young man, I had picked up a girl in a bar one night and we had ended up in my bed. We were having what I thought was good, normal sex when she did something that I had not experienced before. As I was lying on her, after having climaxed, but while I was still semi-erect and buried in her pussy, she licked one of her fingers and suddenly thrust it into my ass. As I said, this was the first time I had. I knew I'd have to work hard to get my name remembered favorably by the partners but somehow, despite all of the increasingly hard work that I did, the promised dangled carrots of big bonuses always seemed to be just as far away from me at the end of a project as they were at the very start.There was one slight golden thread. An acquaintance of mine who worked for one of our clients was as equally annoyed with his employer, who had declined his pet project, which I agreed was a very marketable.