She looked like a porn-star as she tried to pull the nice police officer, by his ass cheeks, deeper into her mouth. This went on for several minutes a...d where I should have found this humiliating and disgusting, I couldn’t help but notice how hard my own cock was! He looked over at me and smiled.“How you doin’ over there?” he asked.I just nodded.“At this rate”, the officer added, “you might just pass your field sobriety test. Would you like to pass your field sobriety test?”“Yes Sir” I replied,. Not having to go home and wash out a chlorine-perfumed swimsuit was a definite plus, as well.The issue now was how to keep this a secret. And suddenly she realized the truly evil part of her mother's plan: they needed eight more girls to act as St. Dunstan's equivalent to the audience at Gymnos Middle School, which meant ... asking other girls. Add in the predictably huge number which would say, "No way!", and it was a slam-dunk guarantee that by the end of today, everyone in the school, of. Seconds later Ken was begging me to let go ... so I did. He was on his knees and rolling in pain.“Fuck, fuck, fuck! That hurts! I see. You sure you’re only fifteen? Jesus H. Christ, kid. That hurt worse than getting shot!”And that had the normal result.After a showing of assorted scars and healed holes I asked, “What did you do in the military?”“You know what they say.” He replied.“What?”“If I told you, I’d have to kill you.”“You might think that ... I could not possibly say?” I said.“Yup .... I could swear he was checking me out, staring towards my crotch. My shorts were quite short riding high on my smooth, tan thighs. The combined events of me deciding to hitch hike, him pulling up, and me catching his lowered gaze all happend in an instant. During which time my concentration was consumed by the vivid images and feelings I ex perienced as sat on that damp toilet seat. My friends older brother giving me my first taste of dominant verbally abusive and imposing use. It was my own.