The look on my husband’s face was priceless as I was now naked and sat back down and stared recounting my week. The more I was talking the hornier I...got and I was furiously rubbing my pussy. The more I talked the more I was grinding on the chair. Kyle was watching me with a smile on his face, as he turned to my husband and said, “what are you thinking about now.” My husband stammered and said,” I can’t believe she is doing that and telling you all of this.” Kyle laughed and said, “I’ve heard. They tasted salty with sweat, and a bit dirty. Behind me, my arms were released, and ordered to rest on the wall, the hand moving to my hips, stroking them. A hand slapped my ass when I did not move quick enough, drawing a squeal from me. Quickly, I placed them on the wall, and once in place, I could feel something against my ass. I was unable to help the whimper that escaped me once realizing I had been freed to his benefit to continue the humiliating torture.Cold tears of sadness dripped down. Your clit pokes out of its hood and my tongue circles it, then over it then around it again, all the while the suction on it is increasing. You press your feet into the bed, lifting your pussy harder onto my face, my tongue presses starts to circle your clit faster and presses harder.You can feel it building deep within your stomach… it’s beginning to balloon as your clit hardens against my flicking tongue, your legs begin to shudder involuntarily. You grip your tits, twisting the nipples,. “And what if I do mind?” The rain stopped, the air around us became humid and tight. The other officer sniffed. “Madam have you been smoking?” Questions! Questions! I shook my head planting a semi serious frown on my face as vehemently I shook my head, looked the officers in the eyes and told the truth. “No officers, I cannot abide nicotine, I adhere only to the strict smoking of pot and the sucking of lots of throbbing hard cocks.” “I can see you are failing to take this seriously. Place your.