Suddenly without warning I feel something brush against my inner thigh, my eyes fly open and I see a dripping hard cock pointed at my drooling pussy, ... look up and recognize the uniform of the Highway Patrol.“Could you use a little help with that Ma-am ?” He asks me smiling.Well a girl has got to do what a girl has got to do, I needed a hard cock and he had one. He grabs my ankles and pulls them around his waist, and he steps into me, holding his cock he rubs it over my lips parting them just. They’re cannibals. Literally. They also collect the skulls of their victims to use as drinking cups. Those guys are vicious. Their leader is someone named Nadia Kozin. Yes, a woman runs that outfit. She is a former stripper and sex slave from fair Minsk in Belarus, in fact. Fifty-five years old and more than a little certifiable by now. She has a notable scar on her belly that she likes to expose by baring her midriff.“Then there is the Aryan Cross gang, the only white gang in the city ... and. The place was about half full of local men and B-girls, all seated in small booths. As is typical, the B-Girls that chose to be seated with us, tried to get us to sit in the booth first, but we had seen that before in other ports, and ushered them in first. Of the two of them, the one sitting next to me seemed to know the most English, which wasn't much, but the four of us were getting along famously, nonetheless. I don't know how my friend was doing, but I had coaxed my B-girl to put her hand. I have always been sexually attracted to women who are much elder to me but unable to approach them for physical gratification. During my childhood my father was in service in the Kamaon Hills. We were a large family of eight brothers and sisters.My mother remained perpetually sick with asthama and other problems and was mostly bed ridden. The household work was done by an aged maid servant who used to stay inhouse. We used to call her amma(mother). Amma’s husband was a frail looking man who.