Then she let go off them. Her hands were now inside my thighs and squeezing my cock in my panty. Seems you are enjoying this my dear slut – maybe a ...ittle too much and she slapped my panty covered cock – ouch – I squirmed – now slut why jump? Sorry Mistress – take your punishment like a good girl. Yes Mistress.Take your panty off – good girl. Now she tied a pink ribbon around my cock which was quite firm now. So pretty is it not all dressed up?She then got atop of me and was pressing down her. But you can’t plan bad luck. We didn’t have the money to fight the City and, at that time in Chicago, the corruption went right up the chain of command. No career aspiring detective in his right mind would take on an officer of his department, and my father, being a career thief, wouldn’t get any sympathies from a jury. Besides, after all was said and all was done, nothing would bring Dad back. When I was young and had a bad day, I remember my mother used to come into my bedroom at night and. "No! I'm simply trying to keep you entertained on our drive!"She had a rejoinder ready. "Entertained? I've got your entertainment right here!" With that, she maneuvered my seat belt and re arranged my pants, extracting my tool. She slid over towards the door, re seat-belting herself, and then began to caress my noodle into firmness. She glanced about, and satisfied that no one was about, leaned over and began to breathe upon me.She murmured endearments to my johnston, stoking my length, and. I get so motivated after practice. Plus I was cheerleader in school and college." she said. She was smiling as she walked toward the driver side front tire. She bent over to look inside the wheel well. "Mr. Kelly. I don't see anything. Can you show me. Did you play sports in high school. Did you date any cheerleaders?" she said. "I did play sports. Football, basketball, soccer, and baseball. I did not date any cheerleaders. I wish I had. But I did not find any at my school to be.