" I went to the fridge, grabbed a couple bottles of beer and then went out to my workshop in the garage.I was boxing up tools and everything else that...I wanted to take with me when Krystal opened the door to the garage and told me that dinner was ready. I told her I wasn't hungry and kept on with what I was doing. I had already cleaned out my closet and dresser and had everything I planned on taking with me stacked in boxes by the garage door. As soon as I was done in the garage I would load. " Kayla was not a fashion model in her bodily proportions, tending more on soft and cuddly than the stick figure of a mannequin. She was, at five feet two inches, the epitome of the old song, Has Anybody Seen My Gal, with her five foot two eyes of blue and currently naked showing exactly what her five foot could do.The problem Kayla faced was dressed in the gray shirt and black pants of the West Hamlin Police Department. Two female officers having left their radio patrol car were now. "I jumped off the bed and went at him. He grabbed me and started slapping me again. "I'm gonna pimp slap you, white boy, until you stop fighting." I hung there, stunned, from his hand, until he pushed me back on the sofa. "Get naked, boy! I want you sitting there without a stitch on." I took off my coat and shirt while he stood there watching. My darling was sitting on the bed, staring at us. I took off my shoes and pants and sat there in my shorts. "Everything," he said. I pulled my shorts. In fact, I noticed that my cock was almost numb. Linda's touch was incredible and I could enjoy it, but I wasn't worried about losing control. I did wonder if I could cum again, but pushed that thought away, as Linda hefted my ball sack into her palm."Can you keep a secret, Chris?"I answered, "Don't worry Linda, I won't tell anyone."She leaned in, pressed her nose against my crotch and took a deep breath. "I love the sweaty smell of a man's cock." She continued, "The secret that I want you to.