What would he look like? What would he think of me? I was led to a small conference room where we would meet. I sat there and waited for him, barely b...eathing, sweat forming on my brow, and my fingers nervously dancing in the air. I had chosen my outfit wisely, or so I thought. I kept second guessing myself. Was my hair in place, did I have lipstick on my teeth, did I develop a run in my stockings, and most importantly, would I make a fool out of myself? When he walked in and introduced. “I could see you watching when we were all in the van and I was fucking your girly friend,” he started. “You wanted my cock in your ass, didn’t you?” “Oh, yes sir. Please sir,” I begged. I tried to relax when I felt his cock press against me, slippery and hot. He held my hips with one hand and guided himself to my opening. I spread my legs wider, relaxed and bent further into the bed. This is going to hurt, I thought. The slick oil let his cock’s head pop through pretty easily. I breathed out. Then they got on the Elevator and went down to the basement where the Police Department Armory was located. When they got to the basement and the elevator doors opened that saw the head gunsmith David hard at work.After some small talk with David they went to one of the many gun vaults that were in the Armory and they each picked out an M1 Carbine and they grabbed all the ammunition that they could carry. Then they went to the garage picked up their car put their carbines and extra ammunition. I had become insatiable and I needed cock so bad. He woke up to the feeling of my mouth on his cock. Soon he was hard again and fucking my mouth with his fat cock.This time it was me that didn't bother to ask for permission — I crawled on top of him and eased his cock into my slick pussy and started to ride him. I bucked and ground on him until I came — god, I needed that. He rolled me over and placed my legs over his shoulder. it soon became apparent that he was trying to get that huge cock in.