Then came a religious service. I don't remember how long it was or what denomination it espoused. After the service we filed past a poor box, I droppe... my nickel and a couple of pennies in, and down a set of stairs. There was a huge basement area where we shuffled up to a counter and got our food. The minister and volunteers then led us in singing hymns. Once we had finished eating and singing, the mattresses that were stacked against one wall were spread out to cover the floor. There were. She walked in with her friends, all eyes turn to look at them, they found a table right up near the dance floor. The waitress took their orders, and was back shortly with the drinks. She got up with her friends to dance a fast number. They danced a few songs. All the men were watching the 5 ladies. The rubbing, the touching, the close contact was making them look hot. He was watching her. She caught his eye, she smiled. When a slow song came on, he asked her to dance. She said. I work with the LAPD, all we have as evidence is a witness, the boyfriend. He was attacked by a black male and that's all we know." he says. I raise my hand. "Yes?" Rogers asks. "So ONE black guy took out her boyfriend and kidnapped her?" I ask. "That is what we believe happened yes." the detective says. I then text Alpha. "Dude, they think it was one guy. We are so in the clear."The next morning I invite Alpha Bravo and Charlie over for coffee at my office. Detective Rogers walks up with 5. “My balls!” he whispered, breathlessly. Without hesitation, without question, like some kind of sex slave, I stooped to his nut sack and began kissing the rucked skin, my tongue dancing over his scrotum. “Suck my balls.” And at once, I carefully took a single sperm barracks into my mouth and delicately sucked. Above me, I could hear him moaning his pleasure, and working his cock. Abruptly, his hand was in my hair, pushing me lower. I surrendered and let him direct my mouth to the back of his.