The bl**d was pounding in my ears as I ‘semi’ raced up the isle to see more of this vision of a woman. As I turned the corner all I was greeted to...was empty isle, so I backed up and when to the next one. Same emptiness. Little voice in my mind said ‘Missed, again.’ It almost took effort to get back to my shopping but I did. I did get hopeful as I peeked around the next few corners but nothing. I tryed to even listen for her heel taps but the musack was a bit too loud. I was startled a few. ”“I never thought of it that way,” she replied.“Personally, I’d never do anything like that. I’m pretty tolerant of kinks ... I have some myself. But I never understood how anyone could derive pleasure from causing someone else pain.”“Gee,” she remarked, “with your career in law enforcement I’ll be you saw your share of that behavior.”“I certainly did see my share ... even though I wasn’t a shoe-leather type of cop. I mainly stayed in the lab, doing analysis. It doesn’t help me understand it. Inside, there were about a dozen guys, most of them drinking and smoking weed. Except for a few Latino type, all the other guys were blacks…Sonny was the huge black guy that had arranged things with me. He came over and greeted me by grabbing my ass. All guys there looked really excited. I asked who the bachelor was but no one seemed to know, later I realized there was not one; but then it was too late I went to the middle of the room and started doing my performance, leaning over and showing. Her blonde hair had a hint of blue in it. “Good morning, Twain” she said quietly, wide awake “Have you slept well?”My mind was full of panic; had I said anything out loud, was I panting, bucking, sweating, ejaculating? Did she see my erection? I patted down my covers, trying to check everything was discrete and in order. I could feel the heat in my cheeks. My body was sweaty. Nothing but my face and arms seemed to be exposed. I was scared, but had no immediate proof I’d been rumbled. Until:“You.