The ex-pat showed up once a week with supplied, the worker stayed, wasn’t allowed out, that was the deal.Finally we had paradise in hell, that’s w...at the worker painted above the serving hatch. “Paradise” with a picture of a bacon roll and a mug of tea. The ex-pat had put up a sign prices and opening hours, but nobody ever saw it close when ops were running. Day of night we could get a little bite of paradise, a bacon roll and a mug of tea.It was always clean, always neat, always open. The. I got no sensation of him cumming other than he gave little grunts. It had taken me all these years to have the pleasure I assume most women enjoy whenever their husband fucks them.The both of us were exhausted, me more so than him. We both collapsed and lay together on the bed.“Did you enjoy that?” he asked.“More than anything I have done in my life. I never realised that you could have that much fun and pleasure doing what we just did,” I told him and leaned over and kissed him.I had never. So I slid down off the couch so my head was at his waist level and subtly turned around. I could see one of his giant, hairy, sweaty balls hanging down, just in view. I couldn't help getting a boner at this point. We have been friends for as long as I could remember, so we both used to take baths together as kids, and so we knew that we were both uncircumcised. I do remember his cock being particularly pale and thick and I wanted to be sure that it still was. I sat there just out of his sight. "More or less," I answered. I have permits for everything and i am licensed as a private protection agent," I said."Which don't mean dick," the cop's older partner said."Well, let's see. Am I under arrest for something?" I asked."Not just yet, we are investigating a accusation that you tazered a man and threatened him with a knife," the young one said."That's interesting did the gentleman in question surrender his illegal weapons, or did you even ask him, if he were armed." Judging from there.