But she knew he was at home in their apartment snoring away tonight's beer and pizza binge.Brandy loved getting scared and every Halloween she dressed...up and tried to visit as many haunted houses as possible. Tonight was no exception. This year she dressed up as a devil. The costume was a very tight-fitting number in bright red with a plunging neckline, fishnet stockings, opera gloves, pointy tail and a pair of little horns to pop out of her short blonde hair. Looking at the mirror, she thought. A police car with two young policemen stood waiting for me there. They asked me in a polite manner if I preferred to have it done the easy way, to which I agreed and got into the backseat of their car. There wasn't much talking during the trip to the police station, where I was taken to a small office where another police officer asked me a lot of questions.I told him my story about my childhood friend, Oscar, who had always envied me for my pretty wife and his intention of demanding that she. I sat up and reached out to close my hands over her knees, caressing her skin with my thumbs.“Yes masturbation is its own kinky little world and reward.”Her laughter died away and we stared at each other.“Can you masturbate using...her body?”“Blindfolded....but...”“What is it?”“Can it really be called masturbation?”“What do you mean?”“You're thinking something like his cock between her breasts or feet right?”“Uh huh.”“It's hard to call it masturbation then...or even stimulation. At that point a. "Oh suck it for me suck it!"He was begging. I sucked him, I flicked my tongue over the head of his penis, hard, rapid movements that took him to the edge. Then I plunged it into my mouth again, sucking as he cried out and I felt the very first throb. I kept on sucking, drawing every drop of his come into my mouth, swallowing it all down until he could come no more.As he lay back with his eyes closed, momentarily shattered by the power of his orgasm, I thought how pretty he looked at that.