After an hour, my wife sent Ramu out for some work, and when he came back, I pretended I had come back from the office and changed. Ramu served us din...er, and it was clear that he still was carrying a massive erection. It didn’t help, that in the kitchen, my wife would squeeze his dick (holding it from over the lungi of course) whenever she got a chance. That night after as we got into bed, I could see my wife was dripping like crazy, again possibly more from the excitement of the afternoon. I. Had the rain have not stopped and had that bunch of revellers not come along the dock, I think we may well have gone further in that doorway. At least, in the stream of e-mails we exchanged the next day we thought so. Although I think he was on duty, speeding around in cop car doing all upright, citizen type things and protecting us from the bad guys some of the next day, he found time to exchange some increasingly steamy mails with me. Even cops have their 'dark sides.' As the mails became. Follow me."I hobbled down the hall as best I could, trying to keep up with Matt. "Put a little weight on your left leg if you can Kyle. That will help." Matt called back to me. I noticed he looked back at me frequently checking to see how I was doing. I made it half way down the hall to the elevator before my knee started to hurt a little. I slowed down. Matt came back for me immediately. He said, "That was good work, Kyle. I wanted to see how far you could go." I sat down in the wheel. I drug her unconscious into the apartment, throwing her onto the couch. Then I grabbed a knife and began cutting off her shirt, and bra, then yanking her shorts off, followed by her very racey thong - sure you're not a slut, bitch. I had to admire her body, though - Long, blond hair, paired with a great set of C cup tits, a perfect, round ass, and a flat, toned stomach. After a nice, long look, I moved her to the futon, laying her on her back, then duct taping her hands and feet to the corners..