Dexter returned to his apartment, thinking it was time to get back to work. It couldn’t be too strenuous, he thought, since he would just be sitting...at his desk reading and typing occasionally. He worked on a ‘returning to work’ article.The article wasn’t about the workplace. It was about the attempt on his life, and his subsequent heart attack. He still didn’t know many of the details about his assailant. All he knew was that Brian Gaines had placed and detonated a bomb in his office before. Kristen handed me a copy of Vogueto read.After my hair was dry I was led back to the chair and Megan beganweaving extensions into my hair. She was careful to keep them out of mysight so I couldn't tell what color they were but I knew they were pastmy shoulders.Megan then began applying cosmetics to my face. She explained every stepof what she was doing even though I still wasn't able to see myself.When she finished she combed out my hair and declared I was ready to getdressed.They had just one. I was just about to throw my drink into his face and storm out of the place when I heard a soft, accented, somewhat melodious voice coming from behind me."I think the lady has made her wishes quite clear, cowboy."It was the stranger. He didn't move a muscle. He was staring straight into his drink glass, but his voice was very clear. It had an ominous tone to it, tinged with danger. I could almost feel the very air start to crackle with electricity at his words.Frank gazed over my left. " You wrap your hand around it and slowly start stroking up and down. You can see the surrounding shape of me, but no more. The darkness hides me perfectly. I watch you for a few moments and then I can't resist the fever between my legs no more. My hand goes down between my opening legs and I start stroking my hard clit. I moan lightly as I touch it. I can see little drops of precum run along your cock, wetting it. I open my legs further and my fingers slide into my wetness. You know exactly.