“You know if you ruined those, you’ve bought them.”I met her eyes. “If they had been designed for someone of my size then they wouldn’t have...ripped. You might inform the manufacturer that a bigger ‘sock’ will be needed for some of their customers.”She glanced down at me. “Are you trying to say you’re bigger than those are designed for?”“I’m not trying to say it,” I said. “It’s the truth.”She met my eyes again. “Well, if you had better self-control, they wouldn’t have ripped.”This was an. I had had those printed when I first started several years earlier. I only knew of one lawyer at the moment that didn't want my head and that was my ex-cop partner Jack Collins."You don't have to rush, honey,"I saw the look cross her face. You know, the one that says she is sick of having passes made at her and just wanted to complete her business."I'm Jake Sloane, Private Investigator!" the doubt that crossed her face made me reach for my credentials and I dropped the wallet on the table so. She raised a leg just a bit, exposing the moist, hair covered slit, with moisture oozing out, she slid a finger across, and began to insert first one then two fingers, she began to slide them in with a rhythm. I stood, my cock just a foot or so from her bed, I went to the bathroom and brought back some towels, and the lube supplied by the hotel. Taking my seat, I handed her a towel, opened the small plastic container of lube and squeezed a gob on my cock head, rubbing the lube all over the head. “Hello Reverend, this is JoAnne. How are you doing today?”“I’m fine, but a little tired. Have you spoken to Cindy she was headed your way a couple hours ago?”“Yes, I am so happy for the two of you. That is one reason I am calling. Are you free Friday night, and Saturday? If so, Cindy and I would love for you to join us here at my place, for dinner, and some sexy play, maybe even a threesome.” She paused to hear his reaction. After a moment she didn’t hear anything. “Are you there Reverend, Oh I.