Going into his bedroom he asked that I take off my jeans as we’d been working in the garage and he didn’t want the bedspread getting dirty. We sat...in his darkened bedroom listening to the scanner and he explained the police talk and ‘ten codes’. He invited me to scoot up farther onto the bed to the headboard and get more comfortable. Naively, I thought nothing of this … didn’t suspect anything more than his wanting me to be comfortable. I scooted up to the headboard and leaned back, sipping my. Now not wearing the protection of her blue checked shirt, she flaunted her 34C breasts, already swelled with excitement, pulling her shoulders back and allowing her taut, deep pink teats to press against the thin material of her half cup bra and camisole top. Her neck coloured. She almost spilt her tea. He attempted to relax her; he wanted to manage her carefully. If handled expertly, he could secure and cultivate her like the other acquiescent, productive english women he had supplied to his. Buck cut his eyes to the side and saw the Guard’s face was creased with a malevolent smile. Buck was able to turn his head and thought to disconcert the guard by quickly kissing him on the lips. To his consternation, the guard didn’t seem fazed by the kiss.The guard let the baton drop from Buck’s throat, but placed his hand on the back of Buck’s neck and forcefully pushed down. Buck resisted, but he wasn’t equal to the guard’s strength. The guard grabbed one end of the cord that held Buck’s. Once, Violet had even done him the honorof drinking his piss from a goblet. The sight of her soft,pink lips parting over the rim of the crystal chalice, tosip the golden urine, warm from his bladder, had beenalmost as ex! citing as taking her anally. Unfortunately,Violet hadn't liked the taste of his pee, finding it rathertoo bitter and too salty, and she'd refused to drink itagain, despite his many attempts to gain her consent.The memory of her imbibing his urine made his already-stiffcock.