Slowly she lifted her sexy body from my well used rod and repositioned herself on the table so that she was sitting on my face and rubbing her hot swo...len pussy across it. My lovely mate had so enjoyed having her pussy eaten by me and I guess this was the closest she could get considering my condition. Anita's juices were dripping into my nose and mouth and the their taste was driving me wild even though I was dead. What pleasure! Again; perhaps being dead wasn't so bad. Suddenly Anita shifted. I could tell by the hilt that it was designed to be fixable on the end of a rifle, bayonet-style. It looked military, but knew from experience that it could just as well be a replica. It looked fairly pristine for a service issued item.The GPS was a very nice tablet sized unit, and it immediately showed me a map with a small red dot in the middle of it, which was good, because I had no idea how to work one – such things were way too new school for an old geezer like me. Correction: like I used. Taking my hand once more, he led me through to the lounge. In the middle of the floor was a sort of padded bench but in two sections and I was soon to find out what it was for. “Kneel and lie face down over it,” he commanded.I did as he asked, the gap between the two parts perfectly spaced for my tits to hang through. Kneeling down, he clipped my wrists to the front legs and from the sofa he took a long metal bar with straps. This was fixed between my knees, holding them wide open. He then. She squirmed and wriggled and tried pushing him away, responses the police officer took in his stride as his hands played with the magnificently firm white breasts."Please... don't."The officer looked at him and Jenny used her best pleading look. The officer looked into her face, then looked closer. He took hold of her chin and stared at her face. Alarmed Jenny sought to turn away, but his hand rose up and held her face, his head moving from side to side as he looked in her eyes."Hey, she got.