The one who killed that judge and the member of parliament and the Toronto councilperson. We caught wind of that over here. Tied 'em to chairs and lob...ed off their pricks, right? Nasty shit!" Yes," Bahn agreed."So, how can we be of help?" One of our RC's has turned up a lead that our killer just may be from the states." What? A serial killin' Yank who has a hard-on for Canucks?"Bahn laughed. "Something like that. Your service has profilers who, I understand, are very good at helping to catch. John for some reason isn’t surprised Marella has linked her arm onto his. He likes Marella’s presence next to him and finds it calming. John looks at Marella, she’s stunningly gorgeous beside him in her little black dress, her heels, her shining hair piled high in a French twist, looking elegant and poised. Everything going on in the party is Marella’s work and is under her control and John is amazed at her abilities. John can’t help it, he knows it is impossible, but he dreamily imagines that. I briefly considered falling asleep on the pile of unsorted clothes from the fitting room next to me - my work for the next five hours - but decided to try to snap out of it. Celeste wasn't replying to my texts full of drama and woe. She must have gotten out of bed and went to make coffee. Or, at least, that's what her "brb" message seemed to indicate. I took a look around the store. A couple appeared. In stark contrast to the droning lethargy of the store, they looked vibrant and cheerful.It. Then I rose up and licked up into his gaping piss-slit and heard his moan of pleasure. His palm pressed suggestively against the back of my head and I decided to give him what he wanted.Opening wide I took the ruby head of his cock into my mouth and started sucking on it like a piece of candy. God he tastes delicious, I thought. Not as tart as some of the guys at college. Salty and musky, yet sweet and creamy, I couldn't wait to feel his cum shooting into my mouth ... to actually taste him!I.