Give me your belt!The girl's voice trembled, "P-PLEASE MICKEY... I-I REALLY DIDN'T HEAR... Y-YOU..." I SAID GIVE ME YOUR GOD DAMNED BELT... OR DO YOU ...ANT ME TO USE MINE?"Stopping dead in her tracks, Lois realized that something was going to happen. It sounded like the man was threatening the girl with a beating. Confirmation of her impression came in the next moment."OH, NO! GOD NO!" There was fear in the girl's voice."DOWN ON YOUR BELLY, BITCH AND TAKE YOUR MEDICINE!... AND NOT ONE SQUEAL.... Pulled the emergencykit and did minimal facial repairs and a brush up to look semi human.Leaving the bathroom she almost walked into Phil coming out the first oftwo doors carrying a leather jacket and a dark red helmet. With a smilehe waved her ahead and followed. Draped the jacket over one of the pinechairs set the helmet on the table and headed back to the bathroom. As the tap ran up the back she wandered about. An old solid floormounted gas stove against the back wall looked well used. Along. I went directly to my swollen clit and massaged it until I reached my own climax. I stopped Licking Susan’s cunt and I cried out loud my own orgasm. My slut neighbor pushed my head again to her wet cunt.“Make me cum, bitch… I want to cry the same way as you did…”I started sucking her clit so badly, until that bitch tensed her back and screamed like crazy, raising her hips to make her cunt meet my mouth…As she was resting there trying to recover her breath, the doorbell sounded again.Susan. I stopped by the medical center and picked up some supplies in a leisurely half second, then I was off to meet my parole officer, Katherine Kirkland.Now, when I first found out that she was my parole officer, I figured somebody up in heaven must like me. She was hot--damn hot! Luscious dark hair, a body that didn't quit, and a face that could have been air brushed. I was thinking I had it made! I could romance her and have a grand old time while continuing in my chosen profession.That was.