Mistress was sleeping soundly while david prepared Her breakfast: strawberries, a cheese and mushroom omelet, freshly squeezed orange juice, toast, an... coffee. She had trained him to put the food on the table exactly ten minutes after her alarm went off, and the timing could be tricky. Start cooking too early and the hot items would get cold, but start too late and Mistress would have to wait for Her breakfast. Serving a cold breakfast warranted an automatic 30 strokes of the cane. . I stood and shyly removed my pants revealing my now throbbing six inches, dripping with pre cum. I became nervous. I had planned on giving a quick bj in the garage, clothes on, in case the need arouse to not look like I was sucking cock in the garage. I had some lame excuse in the back of my head if the girlfriend or neighbor came over. Now I felt completely exposed standing naked in front of another naked man. He said,"Get back on your knees and get to work."With one look down at his big cock,. You are Mark Hawkins. And two years ago you lived in Maple Grove, California correct?"I started as I handed the badge back to the officer. "Why would you need to know that?" I asked.The detective laughed. "I guess you aren't aware that there is a missing person report back in Maple Grove for you. Says that fifteen months ago you walked out of your apartment one Thursday and never returned."I gave a bitter laugh. "I returned the next day to collect my clothing and personal items. Then I never. 'Is it going to happen?'"I love you, Greg," Alan put on the record again before he leaned towards Greg's pecker and opened his mouth.My eyes instantly widened. "Motherfucker, Alan, you have Greg's cock in your mouth." Fuck yes he does, Mom," Greg moaned, placing his hands on Alan's head and glancing at him. "You suck, Alan, in more ways than one." No shit," I giggled, cheesing and jerking my hand even faster. "I swear I feel better than as if I won the fucking lottery. I literally never ever.