Marianne changed clothes and gave me a peck on the cheek on her way out the door. “I’ll be back in a bit,” she said as she grabbed her purse an... car keys. I finished up a couple of work projects and then headed in to the shower. I couldn’t get Pam out of my mind. Out of the corner of my eye, in the reflection of the fogged over bathroom mirror, I thought I saw a figure moving. “Did you forget something?” I called out, thinking it was Marianne. There wasn’t an answer, so I figured that either. I came to about an hour later, naked and sprawled out on the floor in front of my desk. A warm, wet sensation was dripping from my asshole, down one cheek and forming a puddle on the floor. My boy-toy had obviously kept fucking my ass when I passed out, came and left. I slowly crawled up my desk chair and through foggy eyes looked at my screen. Mr. Online was still there. He must've cum by or he's got incredible stamina I laughed to myself. Usually I'd just flip my computer off and head. .. “damn girl, you got me going crazy already” he moaned, face fucking her in time to her sucking down, filling her up till she choked. His hands went to her head and she worked him harder, loving the choking sensation, getting pleasure from the look on his face as he arched up in ecstasy.....He felt his balls begin to tighten and the familiar feeling rush up his cock to the hilt and he pulled her up to stop, not wanting to come too soon, but she slid back down and took him again. She opened. We learn to live with this also. The media, it goes without saying, loves nothing more than to slam us for something, taking comments out of context, interviewing outraged family members that were not present at the incident in question and presenting those interviews as if they were the gospel. We learn to cope with and protect ourselves to some degree against that. Even our administration; that collection of captains, deputy chiefs, and the chief himself; people who have not been street cops.