I grabbed the Vaseline from the glove box and rubbed a glob in my hole before handing it to him. He lubed up his cock and told me to turn around and p...t my head down. “You know fag like the song says, head down ass up.” I could feel him get behind me and then the pressure as the head of his cock searched for my hole. I really think the Vaseline made it worse, it was so slick that once he found the spot his cock drove all the way inside me. I jumped from the pa*n and yelped. “Stop moving, listen. There he was, with faded jeans, untidy hair, a briefcase on his shoulder, just as he'll be out in the morning. His hair is dark brown, almost black, as well as his eyes, which have a lighter shade. He's six feet tall. It's big, but still and goofy as it says, it doesn't take advantage of that size to give me a good grip.Holding the folder and gaping, he looked at me. Smiling, I spread my legs wider so he could have a full view of my wet pussy, covered in blond hair. He may prefer brunettes or. ”“That what?” the officer cut me off. “Hands behind your back. I’m handcuffing you and going to place you into my car for your own safety.”Before I knew it, I was handcuffed and being walked back to his car. “Wait in the car” as he opened the car and guided me into the back seat. He closed the car door and returned to the driver’s side of my car. It was obvious that he and my wife were talking but I could not hear a thing, other than the occasional police chatter over the car radio.The officer. For many reasons, our relationship came to an end not much more than a year after it began. And I didnt see a thing of her until one night nearly two years later.I was out in town on a regular night with two mates, a bit worse for wear after sinking quite a few beers, that it seemed like a good idea to head over to the local strip club. I saw her as soon as I walked in. There she was, talking to a punter, dressed in sexy black lingerie, stockings and 6" heels. I had a great view of her ass,.