Unfortunately, about halfway home on a fairly desolate back road, I noticed flashing lights behind us.“Shit”, I thought to myself. “This sucks.�...�The cop took his time getting out of his car, but eventually stepped up to my driver’s side window. I lowered the window as he approached.“You were weaving a bit back there, ma’am. Can I see your driver’s license, please?”As I fished my driver’s license out of my purse, the cop bent down and looked over at Terry, noticing that he was in worse shape than. "Yes Mistress." My pussy contracts as he mewls the word, it purrs off his tongue as he buries his head between my thighs again, his tongue delivering long slow licks, before he sucks my clit into his mouth. Grabbing his hair with renewed vigor. “Sweet Jesus," I mutter. Whoa! He is amazing. With a wicked glint in his eyes, flicking my clit hard with the tip of his tongue. "Does Mistress like?" he asks. I nod. "Mistress loves" The way he calls me Mistress has my insides melting. His voice, his. I see my wife headed this way so maybe you better duck as you pass her."He busted out laughing and walked out of one of the doors, avoiding Kat as she came toward me with a smile on her face. God, I thought, she is so beautiful it scares me. She came over and kissed me again and sat down in the chair the Captain had just vacated."Jon, I know I promised never to interfere in your work, but with the babies I am carrying I think I need to clarify myself a little. Jon, I think for right now, when. She seemed to be getting on well with Norman, accepting him into our lives amicably but over the last month or so she has started distancing herself from him, alienating him, always quick to point out that he is not her father. She has even said that she doesn’t want to come to France with us this year; she loves it when we got to France. I can always go and stay with Dad she says”.“Well she is right” I replied “she can come and stay with me anytime and he is not her father; he is the man that.