Once the tip was inside he grabbed my hips and slammed me down on top of his hard cock. I groaned in pleasure and started to move myself up and down o... his pole my face buried next to his in the pillows on the bed. As the feeling of him sliding in and out of me started to overtake me I felt him part my asscheeks with his hands and a finger slid inside my tight asshole. The foreignness of it caught me off guard but the mix of pain and pleasure made me groan and my pussy tightened around his. ‘Just do what the sheriff says, asshole!’ Tim barked. ‘Please, Mr. Morris, it’s just a formality,’ the sheriff said. ‘Our insurance carrier insists that all prisoners we transport be in restraints.’ ‘Does that mean…am…am I under arrest?’ Ben asked. His legs were trembling so hard he feared he’d fall. ‘Yes, I’m afraid you are, Mr. Morris,’ the sheriff said. ‘Now, would you please put your hands on your head?’ Ben did as he was told. Tim, showing no kindness, snapped handcuffs on the man’s left. "I'm hitting on you." There was nothing else I could say without being obvious. It worked. She laughed and briefly glanced away. "Yes you are," came the reply. But she found it funny and we spent the next ninety minutes getting acquainted over some spicy chow mein. She had to finish off a report that night so we met up the following evening at the Latin quarter where we did some Bachata dancing - an even more sensual version of salsa. You might as well just call it dirty dancing! She had a body. As she slides into the truck I give her a huge kiss. Slowly I back down the driveway, savoring the smell of her perfume. As we finally get back to my house, nothing stops us from erupting in a fiery passion of making out in my truck. My dick is as hard as a rail, but it's not being used yet. I lead the way for her into the house and she follows in, as I am lost in her ass as she enters. We proceed to my room, and light the special candle she's been waiting to burn for her cherry popping, it.