She remembered my hand in her panties rubbing her clit and then pushing them off to the side so her lovely lickable mound showed. Then she had glance... up from my cock in time to see that we were passing a big truck and the trucker was grinning as he watched her bobbing her head up and down and as she had her legs open wide enough for him to see every drop of wetness on her hot pussy."You should have told me," she had stammered as she pulled my cock from her lips just for a moment and tried to. I’d been pursued and I knew all the tricks. The coffee shop girl told me his name and told me which police station he worked at.I showed up at his department with lunch the next day, pulled out a calendar and told him we had to choose our wedding date.He laughed. “I don’t even know your name, how do you know we’re even compatible?”“Because you told me I could hold on as long as I like. And I’ve decided on ‘the rest of our lives’.”“I don’t get a say in this?”“You get one chance. We go out and if. This was obviously how it worked in their gay world, Mike was so forward and didn’t mess about. He was going to be used and fucked by a gay guy, he was not in control. He was so excited and just went with the flow.Within ten minutes, Bob was leaning against a table with his trousers and shorts down by his ankles with Mike rimming his arse like crazy. He did this for five minutes then stood up and undid his trousers.He got out his very hard cock, ordering Bob, “You have to do something for me.. S see what work you have to do then.'I sat down and shakily opened my bag to revel many uncompleted sheets. I looked up at him nervously, waiting for his reaction. His blue eyes stared straight back. We were locked in this gaze for a few awkward seconds until he said ' I am very disappointed Jasmine. I wrote up these sheets for your benefit, not mine.' I looked down, ashamed. I could feel myself going bright red with embarrassment. 'I am really sorry, sir.'He sighed and put his hand on my.