Becky took my arm and hugged it, laying her head on it. “And for that, I am very grateful Kevin,” she said.“So what’s your story, Kevin? How d...d a good looking, caring, father become a rent-a-cop?” she asked, hoping to change the subject and get onto something brighter."Well, I used to be a regular street cop, but my wife at the time couldn't handle it. She would worry herself sick every time I went to work and it got to be more than she wanted to deal with. She told me I either quit the force. ?She wished that she still had her long hair to fiddle with; she shouldhave at least worn her long wig -- but he had not given her permission forthat.? ??????????? ?He gave the waiter their orders --? Pasta with rich sauces, bread, and a largeantipasto platter, in place of a salad.?He indicated a wine and the waiter went away.? ??????????? "You haven't beeneating properly.? Ninety-two?? What was you last body fat percentage?"??????????? Again she averted hereyes and said, just above a whisper,. Sucking each nipple in turn as he worked his way down my body. His mouth felt amazing. He had his hands on my hips as his head moved up and down. When I felt the first pulse of cum I told him. He gripped the base of my cock, his eyes locked on my face as he took my load. When I was fully drained, he moved back up sitting back on my thighs stroking his cock. I didn’t think there was any expectation, but I felt I should at least make some sort of effort. He had both hands on my shoulders. I would continue milking my cock with the last few drops dribbled on to the models face for good measure. Some of my most powerful orgasms came just this way. There was something about doing it outside that always seemed to make it that much more intense. I suppose it could have been the thought of getting caught, I don’t know. The one thing I did (and do) know is that I thoroughly enjoyed getting off on my beautiful lingerie models. Eventually I had to zip up my pants and go back inside as if.