"We can settle this right here or we can go see the magistrate. Right here, I'll write a ticket for unsafe driving conditions, you pay fifty dollar an... sign the ticket and we're done."The magistrate won't bother with the fact that this David Valmaat isn't the David Valmaat that recently paid a speeding fine of a tick over one hundred thousand dollars. It doesn't matter who is living inside the body ... it's a body she will fine double this time ... you choose."Wendy looked askance at me. I. I am gonna fuck your cunt mouth, boy!" The head of his own cock hurt from throbbing so hard, wanting his daddy's cock in his mouth so badly, but he said again, "no please daddy, please don't fuck my cunt mouth, daddy", that subtle agony again playing on his face as he looked up at this daddy, groans escaping him. And grunting, his own face red from exertion, still grasping his boy's hair, seeing his face pleading, boy's words throbbing through his cock, he gasped loudly, "open up boy, here it. And for some reason, I just couldn't stop watching!I'd be at my work place in my little cubicle of an office day-dreaming. I had this co-worker buddy of mine named Terrance. He fit the prefect cliche for a man: tall, dark (in this case, Black) and fucking handsome nice ass with a huge bugle in his pants. Yes we girls notice. And his voice . . . Ohhhh, it was like Barry White. I wanted him. I wanted him bad . . .One afternoon it was nearing closing time. I'd switched off my computer and was. " Come on," Dave said. "Let's get you sat up."He started to lift me by my upper arms as I pushed down on my pinksurroundings."Careful love," Jean said. "You don't want to rip your dress beforeyou've even got to your prom do you?" It turns out my pink surroundingswere attached to waist."Just help her up and give her a bit of space will you?" said Monique."Ok, but if you need anything, give us a shout," said Dave as he and Jeanleft the room.I was sat on Monique's bed opposite the mirror. I.