For juveniles I was required to call a parent to come pick them up. They often seemed more worried about that than the cops.That turned out to be a no...mal week. The bulk of them I recorded in my files, took pictures and let them go. They were banned for life from Prange’s, so coming back was trespassing.In the middle of my third week, something new happened. The third-floor guy brought me a girl he had seen slip a package of cosmetics into her pants. I did all the paperwork; her ID said she was. Sometimes the thumbs would blatantly rub my hole,almost pushing in.It felt great,my cock was almost a little sore now from being hard for so long without attention.I moved again to get comfortable but again the hands were too quick for me.I felt my cock being taken in two oily hands,and being massaged.It was heavenly.Then it was only one hand rubbing my cock,the other massaged my arse,and my hole.I felt a finger gently rub my hole.Then It was going in,a tiny bit at a time.It was so relaxed,and. She ran her fingers through the prostitute's hair and offered her trembling lips to the 'convicted' prostitute. "... I'M A UNIFORMED POLICEWOMAN, CINDY!"Cindy smiled wickedely. Pressing her lips to the policewoman's waiting mouth, the prostitute kissed Rebecca tenderly... Rebecca leaned back. She wore no bra under her uniform blouse. Forced back against her stationary 'Victoria Police' vehicle, the policewoman watched Cindy as the prostitute fumbled with her belt buckle. Her blouse hung loose. Without wasting time i held my rock had lund & entered into her.she sighed…aaahhhh…ssssss. I began me strokes which she reciprocated.my balls were thumping on her ass & the sound of fucking was like thup..thup..phuch..phuch.i asked .mai kya kar raha hoon.she said…loving me.i said…say in desi language.neha…mujhe chod rahe ho…chodte raho…auur zor se …haan aise…aur ander maaro…phaar dalo aaj meri choot ko.bahut pareshan kar rakha hai isne,roz sale tera laura mangti hai yeh.dil karta hai ki tera.