I pumped his cock with my hand and licked the head until he was twitching from the sensitivity and asked me to stop.I looked up at my Girlfriend and s...e was smiling sweetly at me. "Good job cocksucker, but you're not done yet."I looked at her pleadingly, knowing she wanted me to lick up the cum, but my stomach was revolting at the thought."Make sure you get it all slut." she commanded and I knew there was no reprieve.I started licking the cum out of his pubic hair as he laid back in exhaustion.. After that shefigured it was high time to leave the place behind. Itwas at that moment that she saw Curly Williams. The nightmare of any agent working undercover is to berecognized for what they really are, to be ‘blown’ asthe saying goes. As a Special Agent, Heather Stantonhad investigated and arrested Curly Williams forrunning a prostitution ring out of a set of drycleaners and tailors. The press labeled Curly the‘while-u-wait’ pimp and jokes about. It was an otherwise unremarkable morning, pleasant even for late December, though spending New Year's Eve in jail was a little unusual.Arraignment waited until Monday morning, which is when I learned I'd been charged with rape.Of course I pled not guilty. I WAS not guilty.That did not stop the throng of reporters and camerapersons (?) from descending on my innocent self, on the day school took back in, a day when I should have been in class teaching math to a horde of barely-interested. “You’ve failed to convince me sissy. remove your worthless ass from my sight.” With that said, I slammed the door in his face. I folded my arms across my chest as I stood there and listened to him lightly tap on the door and cry. “Please daddy…please Simba…please let me in…please!” I went to my bedroom closet, pulled out a leash and a bungee cord, then returned to the front door. In one swift motion, I opened the door, grabbed his hair, and d**g him into my apartment but kept him on his knees..