The latter seemingly had the effect of forcing Mark’s tongue into the dark crack, and to Mark’s surprise, Tom tasted and smelled clean there too. ...o his utter astonishment, Mark was intrigued. Just twenty minutes before, he’d been startled by the imposing officers. They seemed so intimidating and powerful, but now Officer Tom was naked before him, and Mark’s tongue was deep inside his ass crack. He liked the feeling of the mighty officer being so vulnerable and exposed. And Mark was really. The cold metal against her sensitive lips sending shivers through her body. She watched it slide inside her until only the very base could be seen. Then slowly retrieving it, pulling it out, twisting it as she withdrew the makeshift toy. She rubbed the tip along her slit again; she could see a ring of moisture on the can, tendrils of her juice clung to the top. She arched her back as she thrust it back inside in one swift movement holding it there for just a moment before withdrawing again.. "But there is one question I must ask..." She took a deep breath. "Am I perfect for you Jonathan? Do I look like your perfect woman?"The face peering back at me couldn't be real. It was the kind of face you see on the front of magazines. A face that was airbrushed ten times and then photo shopped twenty more times.Her skin was the color of marble and it was flawless. It was nothing but an endless expanse of unbroken pale flesh. Her hair was longer, and seemed thicker, and seemed to flow fluidly. I saw this woman standing at the exit, it was raining so she was in the guard’s room’s shade, I opened the window of my car, blew the horn, she saw me in the car and ran toward the car, I opened the door for her and made her comfy, then I drove out from there and took her a little further to an isolated place where the street lights were also not working, I asked her name and she told me Shweta just as she looks.Asked her if she wants to go to a hotel room or she have some place, she said she.