I can feel the ticklingsensation of wetness creeping down my thighs.Finally the groundskeeper stands again, andholds a bloody purplish oval traced wit... bloodvessels. My eyes involuntarily begin to roll upin my head. I feel my knees start to buckle."Hold on there, girl!" He cries, and catches mebefore I collapse into my viscous bindings.I regain my senses after a moment, and hesmiles."That's my girl," he says, smiling.He plops the small organ onto the coffee table,and picks up the hammer.. TWAK! SMACK! And his bloated penis goes down a bit, and I smile, dropping the crop beside me, and continue with the stroking.Harmon’s underside is especially sensitive, and when I toy with it the right way, his cock restores itself magically. I stroke some more, and oh boy, he’s beginning to get all het up again. Good that I have the crop next to me.?No, please, Licia, don’t hit me?please, maybe I can make it go down on my own.? But who has time for that? WAK! CRACK! TWAK! The trusty crop does. We’re suspicious.”“I would be, too. But your problem is resolved, right?”“Indeed. You can close the case file.”“Will do. Call if you need anything.”“I will. Thanks.”I closed the mobile phone and nodded happily to myself. Aimee was getting her wish.March 10, 1994, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania“How was your flight?” Mario asked when we met for breakfast on Thursday morning.“Horrid, but at least I had a comfortable seat.”“What happened?”“I couldn’t get a direct flight in the morning so I ended up. Don't worry baby there are plenty of guy's just looking to suck and fuck a big cock like yours. I started out by using some gay dating apps, and now I've got a few guys who I hook up with regularly to get me off.One guy is pretty girly, and he's a lot of fun. He loves telling me all the things he'll let me do to him, sending me pictures of his ass, and calling me "Daddy." The buildup to seeing him is amazing. Whenever we meet, he practically drags me to the bed. I like to start off by shoving.