“Couldn’t the mikes transmit directly to the recorder?” Ed asked.“No, the mikes don’t have enough power for that distance. I can hide the re...ransmission equipment in the basement and plug it into the house power. That will eliminate the need to replace the batteries in it which will only be required for backup then. The batteries in the recorder can be changed when I check it and change the disk,” I told him.“How long are the batteries in the wireless mikes good for?” Ed asked next.“Seven to. He could still talk. What if he did?The idea was absurd. If he was going to cash in on my story he wouldhave done it. He hadn't because he didn't know for sure what the truthwas. Only ten people knew what really happened. Out of them one wasmissing and another a mindless idiot. The Rat Pack was good at keepingsecrets secret. I didn't think Walter would be an exception. If he weresmart ( doubtful ) he'd forget about whatever crazy idea he planned andkeep his mouth shut.After I dressed, I opened. "She said, "OK, I'll try." And she took hold of my boner and brought her head forward, taking half of the head in her mouth, then pulling back. The feel of her lips and tongue was exquisite. She put it in again, taking the whole head, then pulled back and looked up at me. "Just don't climax in my mouth." I won't, I promise." I wanted to, but I suspected she'd never blow me again if I did. She resumed the blowjob, never going much past the head, but it was fantastic and it was enough. My orgasm. Do I seem disgusted? Yes, it’s going to be a while before I’m ready to see or participate in the things I just heard about, but this conversation has proven something I wasn’t sure about until now: I will be ready one day. Possibly soon. And you’re not a slut or a whore. Except...”“Yes, Luke?” She looked surprisingly anxious and vulnerable, as if the entire future of their relationship relied on what he was about to say.“Except that you are. My slut. My whore. You were, once upon a time, and I.