I suppose my brother could be considered a legalistic pimp.I declined his offer of lunch at Middle Temple – too much time spent in Isaac’s company...gives me the feeling of being in a cesspit.Isaac is my brother and I love him, but I find the further from him the easier it is to love him.After taking my leave of Isaac I called in to John Stafford’s office in Scotland Yard. John welcomed me with an offer of a glass of Madeira, which I accepted although would have preferred a tankard of Old. " You might not think so if you were in my shoes. My girlfriend recordedthat whole show. She thought it was hilarious. Maybe she wouldn't think sonow, mind you."Something about the way he said that made Mark shiver, but he tried tocover it up, and said, "well whatever happened is between you two. I needto finish putting away my stuff, so if you'll excuse me ..." No, I don't think I will. At least not until I tell you what you did.You had no idea about me, did you? I was just a rube you could. “Yes, they do, Stuart. Your lady looks stunning this evening!”“As does yours. We may have the most desirable looking women in the entire facility by our sides, don’t you think?”“That is quite correct. Have you been to one of these before?” I asked Stuart.“Yes, in Chicago a few years back, before I had met you, Michael. You are in for quite a treat.”A server who looked a lot like Nikki from Hooters came to us and said, “I will be your wench tonight, young sirs. Whatever you need, I can provide.. What I wanted was to have a nice orgasm before breakfast. As I massaged my ‘G’ spot more and more I knew that it would happen and soon! The feelings built and I leaned down for one more kiss moaning nice and loud, “Baby…I’m going to cum…Oh god am I gonna cum! Just give…me a…few minutes and…”I sat back again, gave a few more good thrusts and everything exploded. There was that sudden feeling that I had to pee like hell; the overwhelming tension inside of me, that one long breathtaking.