A man walked in the door. He was dressed as one of the upper middle class, so I had high hopes for him as soon as I saw him. He said, “Good afternoo..., Sir. I am in need of a bodyguard on odd occasions. I saw the body in front of Martino’s restaurant and your name was given to me as the one responsible for the thief’s death. I know the thief’s reputation, and I am impressed that you were able to overcome him without drawing blood. Would you be interested in the job?”“Yes, of course I am. She held herself there for a moment until she had to come up, gasping for air. She pumped it a few times before deep throating me again. My god she was good at it! Each time she engulfed me I let out a groan. I could feel the welling within me, the pending release. Kerry must have sensed it, she released me and pumped a few times. “Ready to cum for me baby?” she asked. I groaned in response. “Cum in my mouth baby, let me taste you.” She held her mouth open above my cock, stoking it in expert. The feeling of being totally accepted without question was hard to put words to, actually bizarre given my past life. But I sensed a heavenly experience free of any kind of hatred. It was just simply acceptance, always, if you can imagine. I felt somewhat like the child born to them and that was a strange notion I didn’t conjure up on my own. It, rather, just wouldn’t leave me alone with its concept and frankly was both incredibly beautiful for part of my ego and also really weird for another. He touched my hand which seemed like a little boys or " girls " in his and he caressed my fingers slowly which gave me an instant hard on. He told me that he was off duty now and was on his way home and if I liked to spend the evening with him at his house in Queens, I declined stating that I had to be at the Hotel as my flight was very early in the morning, but I suggested that he come witness me, he said ok, he took my room number and said that he'd be back in two hours, because he wanted to.