The shadow melted to the ground."Get to the gun safe," Grannie commanded. "Into the living room, now! Get in the damn safe!" In the darkness, Liv grop...d along the living room wall, searching for the coat closet. She flung the door open and reached for the combination dial on the giant safe. She felt the engraved plaque then grabbed the combination dial."It's not locked, just turn the handle." Fear filled Grannie's voice. Liv reached to the right, flipped the lever and opened the thick metal. The submissive policewoman and I got along real good because we could always see the humor in some real kinky situations and she had the nicest boobs and tempting heart-shaped backside I had ever pleasured other than my Princess and perhaps the more mature Mrs. Stern who enforced her urge to make me give up all dignity to get her pants down to her ankles. She was truly an enforcer of discipline to any male or female that received her feminine favors behind a closed door or in the back of a. I was mad. I turned her. She silently followed. She was the best woman I knew. And she had opened her mouth once again. I sat on her mouth. My balls were resting on her chin. She was gagging on my cock, her saliva wetting my cock, her tongue trying to grip on it. Her big beautiful eyes were popping out as she gagged. I was looking at them and smiling. I came again.We both got up the floor. She was very calm. “Want some water?” she asked.I started smooching her. She was laid on the lunch table. ‘Michael! What a lovely surprise! How nice it is to see you! How are you, my dear?’ ‘Well, Ms. King, you know how it is. I’ve been better, but it costs more.’ ‘Don’t I know it? Who’s your pretty little friend?’ ‘Ms. King, I’d like to introduce you to Penny Collins-Lynch. Penny, this is my good friend, Mary King.’ ‘Hello, Penny, dear, it’s so very nice to meet you.’ She extended her hand to mine and I couldn’t help myself. ‘My goodness, Mrs. King, you have such beautiful rings!’ ‘Goodness had.