Her hazel eyes peered over the rim of the glass, looking at my bulge. A smile curled her lips, spilling the water in the shallow chalice of her clavic...e. “Sweet mother of god I love those eyes.” I put the coffee mug next to her. She grabbed my cock through my boxers, kneading it gently.“Is he okay?” I chuckled. “Skin’s a bit tender. You monster. Show me some mercy sometimes.” “As I remember it, you didn’t protest at all.” “No I did not.” “No, I did not,” I said. “I had my mouth full.” She. My cock rock hard as im speeding to his house ready for his touch. " i just found parking im coming in ". No answer. I get nervous. But i walk in. And there he is. My man on his knees wearing stockings and a shirt like my little bitch he wanted to be. I walk over to him shaking. " hi " i say. " hi relax let me take care of you " he says in his soft voice. He unbuckles my belt. Pops open my buttons and pulls my pants down and starts sucking my cock like never before. I never felt this warmth. I then felt his hand once again on my thigh as he started to caress it again. I sat motionless closing my eyes. He now moved his hand fully over on my thigh and was squeezing & caressing it more passionately in a slow pace. He by his hands trying to make me spread my legs, I resisted it by putting my hands down on his hand. But he was prepared for it and before I realized anything he grabbed my hand and held it firmly.I was too taken aback by this move. He then started caressing my hand gently. . "CARINYA..." Marsha whispered. A small 'compact; lay on the wash basin. And, across the face of the small mirror, Marsha could see traces of white powder. The dark-haired prostitute stepped from the sanctuary of the toilet cubicle. The hapless, Senior Constable Belinda Farrant 23165 had just 'ORGASMED' yet again. Only vaguely aware of Marsha's presence, Belinda sat back on her toilet whimpering with delight as she tried to regain her composure."Well, if it isn't, our sexy 'Miss Victoria.