.no i didnt, but im not gay i ....im really ''''shhhh no one is dont talk like that here , its ok, just come downstair if you want ''i showered thinki...g of them clear big cocks, the day they rang my door, in sweatpants , both rods deforming their pantssemi hard asking to be sucked for my rent, i coudnt stop thinking it would be just that time....sucking cocks shoudnt be so bad....i dry and dress , walking soon downstair my hands trembling when i knock the door''hey boi, get in the 2nd period. “Susan?” I ask. “Would you like to touch my cock?” When I said that, Susan’s head snapped up so she could look me in the eyes. She has a small grim on her face. Looking up at me with her blue eyes full of lust and longing. “M..m..may I please Sir?” She asks. “Mmmmmm yes you may” I said softly. Susan, her eyes never leaving mine reached out with her hand and lightly caressed my cock through my pants. She starts to trace the outline of my cock through my pants with one finger. She lightly. She was proud that she had figured it out.On my way out I passed Osborn in the hall. "Do you know if Detective Simpson has made arrangements to talk the dancer from the club?" I know he was trying to, but I don't know if he did," she replied."Okay, I'll try to find him." I said as I walked to his office.Since he wasn't in the office, I walked to the radio room. Do you know where Simpson is hiding?" He is checked out for lunch, but I don't know where," the dispatcher said."No problem," I said. I. Today was different though. It started just after 11 when my secretary brought a Mr Maroney. “What can I do for you Mr Maroney?” I asked. “I need you to find my wife” he replied “She’s been gone for a week, very unusual for her”This is a common story and usually the answer is she’s a woman’s shelter because she “fell down the stairs” one to many times. Or she’s been dumped somewhere for some poor bastard to find. “Problems at home?” I enquired“Not that I know of. She’s been away working and was.