I can’t ever remember making myself this horny before and aroused on my own. I continued to squeeze my eyes shut, as images danced through my head....Thoughts of Gina’s marvelous buxom body and my son’s young fit physique dominated my thoughts. I inserted my middle and ring fingers into my pussy and rubbed my clitoris with the upper part of my palm. I was in ecstasy! I began to use my right hand to feel what my left was doing to me. As if detached from my body, I wanted it to feel my middle. I held him there, letting me settle into the sensation of being penetrated, before slowly, very slowly sliding back onto his exquisite hardness.With him fully inside me, I let out a sigh and rested on top of him briefly, my butt cheeks resting fully against the top of his thighs, my cock upright and rigid. He gripped my hips and I ground down on top of him, before leaning forward and slowly rising up the length of his shaft until I could feel his bell end straining at my ring. I paused and slid. Armityge made a quick examination."There are wounds on this child similar to those on the body found at Wilsford a month ago," he said tersely. "Bound, strangled, and mutilated; what sort of monster does this to a child?"We wrapped the poor mite's body in a blanket and carried her back to The Anchor on my horse. Armityge acted in the office of coroner when the military was involved in finding bodies, and thus was responsible for carrying out the post mortem, as he had on the body of the young. I wish I could call in and quit rather than deal with her. But, that was not an option. I got myself together. Showered and shaved. Tried to psyche myself up. A little mental game of positive thinking. "It will be better today", I told myself. I walked in the salon at 12:30. Only one customer in there. She was being attended to by one of the gay guys in there. As a matter of fact, they were all gay except me. How did I wind up with this job? One straight guy surrounded by queers and uppity.