”Michael laughed. “Steeling bread from the mouth of some poor wetback’s starving children.” He instantly regretted the expression, especially ...n light of his own heritage—Mom’s disapproving look, notwithstanding. “Sorry. I apologize for that. What are you doing home?”“Any luck with a job?”Michael muttered a curse. “Mom, I’ve been here a week. I haven’t even unpacked yet.”“Tuition is costly. Michael. So are books, supplies, rent on the apartment, your monthly allowance—” He looked at her. He released his cock, stroking it as he imagined his mother beneath him, encouraging him as he plunged his cock into her cunt.Suddenly he was brought back to reality by a knocking on the car window. Then he heard a voice.“Don’t sit there wanking mate,” the voice said, “my wife’s giving blow jobs over there, come and get one.”David looked out and saw a man he presumed to be in his fifties, he noticed that the man had his cock hanging out of his trousers, he was holding it, slowly wanking. I just about died with fright, if I didn't have a butt plug in, I would have crapped myself (yes, I can joke about it now). I jumped back on the bed, knocked my laptop off the bed and I was trying to cover my erection and get my ear buds out. Then I looked up to see a cop standing there beside the bed.Looking back I didn't need to be as submissive as I was but with a cop standing there, I felt like I had been caught doing something wrong.Constable Ryan knew he had the upper hand. He made me. I made an appointment for consultation. During the consultation I was given a test dosage. Which was an injection into the penis of a medicine called Trimark. Within two minutes, I had achieved an eighty-five percent erection. I signed up for a one-year supply of Trimark. The very next day I started checking out the profiles of couples on Swing Lifestyle website. I looked for couples where the hubby was bi thinking that would be the best chance of making a hook-up. I would leave messages saying.