. the game was on.We moved over to the rail out of the main flow of the people walking and I continued my aggressive behavior, now fondling her breast... and ass, reaching between her legs to rub her pussy, my cock growing and I was pushing it into her . . . her breathing became more rapid and she was closing her eyes, head back allowing me to lick and bite at her neck. I put her hand on my cock outside of my pants . . . she was rubbing it and got that look in her eyes, that look that says "I. It was almost sensual. Have you ever thought of giving massages?" This brightened my day considerably. This was a come-on surely! Looking her straight in the eye, I said,"No, not really, but I'll try anything once." She smiled knowingly and whispered,"Perhaps, when we go to our room, you could give me one!" I nearly choked on my gin and tonic. The way she said it, left no doubt in my mind. She had just asked me to shag her. I could have leapt on her there and then. I was so damned horny; I was. “There must be some mista...”I didn’t get to say anything more as I was spun around to smash into the front door jamb. My glasses went flying.“That’s resisting arrest, pervert!” hissed the officer who had slammed me into the jamb.“Hey!” admonished the first man. “Just get him down to booking to be processed.”A million thoughts raced through my mind as I was literally thrown into the back of a police car. My main concern was for my two kids, Melody, age 12, and Tony, age 11. The officer who had. She pressed the button again; the screeching pulley held strong, her legs began to take up slack in the barrel chains. She hung there almost doing the splits, the excitement of her predicament surged through her body but the impending fear of a pulley breaking or a rope snapping kept the fear alive. The next fear to conquer was heights. She was terrified of them. When she first explored the barn it took all her might to climb the ten foot ladder to the second loft, how far up could she take.