Like his daughter Karen Amanda Coalfield, Senior Agent Nathan "Ned" Clifford of the Office of Military Intelligence felt a need to be punished. Ned tr...ed to argue with Beverly Albertson and her enslaved husband Emmet about becoming sober. But then Ned held his head and groaned."Damn you, Hank Dalton! Get out of my head!" Ned growled. "Okay. I'll take the cure. Thank you Beverly. Thank you Emmet."It took the draught just fifteen minutes to clear the alcohol from Ned's system. A few minutes later. Life will never be the same, he mused. Thank god.He pulled on jeans and a t-shirt. As he'd told Mark, he wasn't on the agenda for the day and decided to get out and see the city. There was a nice spot where he'd had breakfast on his last couple of visits to the city, so he walked two blocks over and devoured three pancakes and two eggs, washing it down with four cups of coffee. Sucking cock gave me quite the appetite, he chuckled to himself.He spent the rest of the morning walking around. I pulled my shorts down and my cock sprang free. He grabbed it and jacked me a little. I reached over to grab his cock. It was very firm but still soft. I leaned over and licked the tip. He asked me if I wanted to suck him. "Yes!"I squatted down and licked under his dick and his balls. I realized that even though he had a thick bush, he didn't have hair around his crotch and very few hairs on his balls. I worked his balls in my mouth, and jacked his cock. Pre-cum was running out and I. Seconds later he arrived, maybe he had been there. Waiting to pounce.“Nice suit,” he said.“So that’s what you lead with, not great party or what weather we are having?”“I admire beautiful things, what can I say.”“I bet. Wouldn’t be able to tell from the company you keep.”He acted wounded and put his hand over his heart. “What can I say, I have a much needed talent.”“Pig.” I spat and walked off. He sipped his coke as I walked away. A neighbor helping grill food told me he needed more hotdogs, so.