Monica obviously dug the middle age bricklayer she was talking to at the bar. The minutes ticked by slowly. Very slowly, and loneliness soon set in. I...rocked on my heels and wondered if the night was a big mistake. For one thing, I was yet to see a good looking guy. The place was populated with misfits and the dregs of society. You see, I like a long sophisticated face. Typical English... according to TV, anyway. Think Hugh Grant or Damien Lewis. But in here it was more Alan Partridge, Mr Bean. Yes I knew turning my back on an enemy was dangerous, but it was also the ultimate insult to a macho prick like Tobias.I managed to get into the truck and out of the parking lot before the shakes overcame my bravado. Man that had been stupid, I thought. I would have to wait to see how it played out.I drove back to the courthouse in County Seat. First I went to my office as I usually did. Also as usual Mrs. West had things which needed my attention. I approved payment for attending to some. Moving back into what had been my room when I’d lived with Grams had felt strange but I couldn’t bring myself to even enter her bedroom yet. Every time I entered a room I expected to see Grams. Every morning I woke up I expected to hear Grams rattling pots and pans in the kitchen while calling out, ‘Wake up sleepyhead! It’s a brand new day with new possibilities.’ I wasn’t used to the house being so empty. So quiet. Shaking off the mood I was in I ran for my car. Luck was with me. Traffic was. I moved my head back and forth slowly sucking on his 7 inches taking it all into my mouth and then sliding it back out. It only took a few strokes before he began breathing heavy and he grabbed the side of my head moving it faster as his ass pushed his cock into the back of my throat. "Im going to cum, im going..." he started yelling and trying to pull his cock out of my mouth. I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled deep into my throat and held him so he couldnt pull out and let him cum.