“What’s this?” he asked.“I caught him breaking into a house over in Pine Glens. I’ve got him on breaking and entering, assault on a police o...ficer, and resisting arrest,” reported Dubois, sneering at me.The first man looked back at me. For some reason he looked awfully familiar. He came closer to me. “What’s your name, son?”“Reaper, Graham W., Sergeant, United States Army. You want my social security number, too?” I asked.“Reaper? Why does that ring a bell?” he asked.“I don’t know. Who are. She then took some strips of that duct tape and taped my chest meat into small, but very real breasts. She had done this before, and it was one of my favorite games. I suspected that she would soon dress me in one of her nighties.Instead, she left the room saying, “Don’t go away.” She chuckled softly as she left. Unbeknownst to me she went down to our “toy” chest and brought a bunch of our adult toys upstairs. With the music up so loud, I couldn’t hear anything else. While I stood firmly. Mark had a hangdog appearance, his hands thrust into his jeans pockets, a guilty, embarrassed expression on his face, his eyes focused on some insignificant item on the ground. ‘Go ahead, son. Tell him,’ prodded George. Mark wanted to look anywhere but at me. Eventually, in a very quiet and nervous voice, he said, ‘I’m sorry for what I did, Mr Jenkins. It won’t happen again.’ I was thinking that Mark probably wasn’t one hundred percent responsible for what happened–Tiffany also seemed to be. Finally, your legs fell to either side and I moved up your body. Your tongue licked my face, tasting yourself. You then pushed me to one side and moved down to take me eagerly into your mouth. As I watched, your mouth slid up and down the length of my cock. You took my cock in one hand as your lips left the tip of my cock so that you could move down and suck my balls into your mouth. Then, licking your way back up my shaft, you took me back into your mouth and my hips rose to meet you as your.