My feet touched the sandy ground and the driver reached down, grabbed the hem of my cotton print and pulled it up under my bared breasts, turned me an... bent me over the back seat.I could only imagine what the guard was looking at for the first time in his life a white woman's ass, and pinkish slit, which the driver was pulling apart, and the unthinkable that I thought might be too big to go in, went in, all the way up, I felt my body was splitting in two, I had never had a cock so big inside. I reached up and adjusted the rear view mirror to see what my father was doing, and my heart leapt a little on seeing his eyes were closed.As I drove I knew I wanted to have sex, and although were bantering and teasing each other with innuendo, I realised I might just need to ask him to fuck me.'Why would your wife be angry if she saw me', I asked him thickly? I turned to look at him, he was in his fifties, and a little rotund, from drinking a lot of beer, hitting on his friends. After that, we proceeded to make out in the shower, until we made our way to the bedroom. My cousin blindfolded me and tied my hands to the frame of the bed with a pair of her stockings, which I absolutely loved. As I lay there, with the darkness infront of me, my hands bound by her soft stockings, and only the smell of our shower in the room, it was now me, against a world of dangerously lustful and sexy thoughts, which made my mind race as to what was next. It was at that moment, that I felt. You know why crime goes down in one area like that?" I asked."Because we are doing a better job, than those other places," he said."I don't think so Detective Thorn. It goes down because people say, 'Hell the cops won't bother to do anything for us, so why bother to call them.' Those people only call, if they have insurance. Insurance that will only pay off with a police report. They do report things like homicide, because they kinda have to. Want to guess how our unsolved homicide matches up.