Bob Randall was a private investigator. The glint of the parking lot crime light reflected from his binoculars as he focused on the third story window...above him. He chewed determinedly on piece of Carefree, wanting to smoke. Smoke obscures the view from the binocs, though, fogs the windows inside a car, and also sends up a smoke signal for anyone to see. So, gum for now. Bob put the binoculars onto the passenger seat, trading them for a pad and pen. He made a note of the time, and then got out. I tried to deep throat it, but I couldn't take it all the way. Frazer had to grab my head and pull me in order for me to do it.After a while, Frazer took off his clothes and had me take off mine. I found it distasteful when he tried to kiss me but I let him anyway. By now my cock was hard and pressed up against his. Frazer lowered his head and started to suck on my nipples and then moved on down my cock. But he didn't really suck it for that long. Taking his mouth off, Frazer turned me around,. I tried not to but wound up staring at you, probably with a big dumb grin on my face. Breakfast was almost a replay of the previous evening, fingers touching, eyes undressing each other and great conversation. We did not ''talk'' about the night before but both of us remarked upon how well we'd slept. Hand in hand, we strolled into the deserted lobby. Quizzically we asked the young desk clerk where everyone was. He grinned and said that the entire lodge had booked a bus trip to enjoy. If you must know, let’s just say I indulged in another depraved and disgusting act. It turns out I did know what I wanted. I’m loathed to admit it, but eventually, yes, I knew what was going on, and was complicit. And yes, it’s terrible I know, but I ended up loving it, and god forbid, I fear I may need to do it again.Mart’s storyThe DVD opened, I wide bright room, there she was, I felt a sharp pang of guilt, but it was short lived, she was on her back on a low platform, it looked like an.