“Find for me where he hit the truck,” he requested.I scanned the hundred or so pictures and selected one. I then zoomed in, and special software s...owed the handprint like an old-fashioned negative. “Huh, see he is missing the tip of his finger,” I said with satisfaction.Captain Walters slid me over as he pulled up one of the spare chairs in my place. He pulled up a new program and ran the print through a database. It made the match in less than a minute. “Damn! We’ve got him,” Captain Walters. They in turn presented me with one of their DVDs, and we watched many of their stable of singers and bands do pretty much the same thing that mine had. It gave me a good idea of their individual styles and ranges, which meant that I could tailor songs specifically for them, and that was one of the main points in me being there in the first place. All good then.Finally, we were through, and with promises of keeping each other in mind echoing between us, I made my way back to the hotel, my mind. Yup, he was into me, and before the night was over would be literally. Yes, I am married, and I knew he was too by the wedding ring he wore, but that obviously didn’t deter him either. It was obvious my chances were increasing with every minute we chatted of getting him into my bed and getting fucked the way I wanted, but I had to close the deal. We were both enjoying our drinks but then mentioned I had a bottle of liqueur in my room for shooters and wanted to try it but didn’t want to drink. He was in a daze and just kept moaning to himself.“Lean forward,” my aunt directed. I just looked at her a second before she yelled, “JUST DO IT!”I leaned forward and looked into Lisa’s eyes as she smiled at me.“That’s it, push it in. Stick your big cock up his virgin ass,” my aunt groaned.I realized what was happening and looked over at my aunt with pleading eyes. But she just stared at Brian and kept fingering herself.Suddenly I felt Brian’s cock slowly start to push into my asshole..