It wasn’t even 9 am yet? What could be such an emergency? “I have a paper due tomorrow and I so haven’t got a clue what to do about it?” “...mm..okay? How long does it have to be? What’s the topic and all that?” I asked. “History. We have to read this book about colonial living and then we have a few topics we can choose to write on. It’s gotta be 3-5 pages, and I’m totally screwed,” she sighed. “Any thoughts?” “Yeah. Can you have the book finished by tonight? I have practice until 9 or so,. But at least, that wasn't so painful any longer. Her body was actually heaving back at his rod of its own volition... squirming against his cock's every thrusting plunge... wriggling and undulating onto the fleshy stem that was supposedly meting out his warped, defiling punishment!Damnit! What was she, anyway, if not a perverted bitch, she thought wildly, aware now of a certain new masochistic pleasure stirring in her belly at the sodomizing he was subjecting her to. The crazy pain had eased. There his forehead and cheek struck the wooden bench running the length of the drunk tank with a dull, sodden "Thonk."Happy with another righteous bust, the cop returned to his cruiser and drove slowly away, glad to protect the city from yet another male whore out wandering around loose in a rich neighborhood. I hope to fuck he's a hustler, Randolph thought to himself. If he isn't we are in a world of trouble. Then he decided the punk had to be a whore. No rich kid would dress in wrinkly old. He seemed strangely calm for someone who'd just found his wife and her boss fucking like rabbits - and enjoying the hell out of it."Mr. Hines, this is -"Stan's hand gesture cut Karl short. "I know what this is. And I've known for a year that something had died in our marriage. So you love him, Veronica?"Veronica sadly shook her head. She had to be honest with Stan. She didn't love Karl. But she did love the way he fucked. It turned her on in ways she hardly understood."I do love you, you know,".