"I would also like for you to sit closer to me." In your dreams," she snapped. "I'm not coming near you until you tell me the truth, every little bit ...f it!"I took a deep breath and threw myself into my sad story again. This time I told it in greater detail since I now had the answers to everything that had happened.In the middle of my story, she unwound herself from her cramped position and sat more comfortably in the big chair. However, her eyes never left the space where my voice came from.. He was so hard. I had no choice but to lean over and suck his cock in between my lips and help the poor man out. Fuck, Jim, this is fucked up, Demarkus groaned. Are we really going to gangbang her? The slut knows to obey the cops. And since were all cops, right, shell be more than happy to. Right, Demarkus laughed. What a dumb bitch. Who was a dumb bitch? Me? I know I was a bimbo, but did that make me dumb? Thinking could be so hard. It took so much concentration. I couldnt think right now. It. It was erotic but in a slutty way. The bitch knew how to generate an anal orgasm. She clasped his cock with her rear muscles. Clench and relax. Clench and lock. A vice like hold.Joney couldn't believe how good the tart was at anal sex. The bitch was back-door diva.She angled her body so her butt hole was filled at a sharp upward angle, making her race to an anal climax.She let him cream her arse and god he came...like he had rarely ever cum...it was a thick repeated streaming squirting wad and. The yellow hard paper bag with its cord handles and embossed red lettering spoke of its cost and it sat beside her on the seat in pride of place. She withdrew her hand and with another sigh brushed a lock of her blonde hair from in front of her sad blue eyes and returned her gaze to the window. Suddenly her eye was caught by a woman walking down the other side of the street. She was tall with long way red hair and her white silk blouse, tight fitting black knee length skirt and black stilettos.