Even her breathing had hesitated. I too stopped jerking, but my cock was still hard and my hand was still on it. And then I felt her hand atop mine an... I heard her voice, barely a whisper."Don't waste it, Mitchell. I really need it."All my thoughts, my inhibitions crumbled. The walls of my fortress fell under the cannonade of her whisper. The soft touch of her hand on mine, and on my cock, became a bridge to span the moat protecting my self-taught set of morals. I was suddenly tired of. She stood up, buttoned her blouse and smoothed her clothes and then walked quietly through the night back to her apartment. Jim Mackey and his partner Matt were dispatched to the park to investigate a possible homicide. Jim had been a policeman for fifteen years. Matt had joined the force two years ago. The victim lay on his back in a grove of trees. He had bled to death from neck wounds. He fit the description of the serial rapist who had terrorized the women of the city. Jim surveyed the. 'Never tell me what to do you little whore'! snapped Miss Beatty.With that, Lauren became aware that there was someone else in the room. Liz still had a hold of her hair so she was not able to turn and see who it was. The next thing she knew, Miss Beatty had positioned herself on her desk right in front of her face. She saw some sexy pink panties and felt a forceful pressure on the back of her head. Miss Beatty's soaking wet panties and dripping pussy were being thrust in her face. Lauren knew. "Shhhh," she said tauntingly, "pocketpussies don't talk."With that she grabbed his checks and squeezed forcing his lips open.Despite his best efforts Bruce could do little but squirm and rage. Toeveryone's amazement Serena was able manipulate his skin like it wassome sort of flexible plastic.Serena pushed and shaped his nose with her free hand until it was littlemore than a nub above his lips. She then pushed his lips together untilthe top of his mouth was touching the nub of his nose. Once.