“I got a record!” His pull got insistent, and I found myself starting off after him.“Wait!” I called out in a hiss. “Other way... we can use...my house!”He took my advice and switched past me, nearly tripping me off my heels, until I could catch up. I still can’t run in heels, but I can move along pretty smartly. We also had a good jump on the police. It slowly began to dawn on me how bad it would be to be caught by the police. “Famous TV reporter caught in lewd acts in public!” That would be the. I love her, oh God I love her.I bring my lips to hers, and they're so soft it makes me swoon. And then I get this awful churning in my gut because it wasn't supposed to be like this. She wasn't supposed to find out.I pull away and practically run to the door, and my hand's on the knob when I hear, "Sam?" and I can't walk away, I can't ignore that voice.And she's coming up behind me and I really wish she wouldn't, because I feel like a wild a****l and I don't want to hurt her. My shoulders are. ”As soon as I went back behind the curtain, a model was holding my dark blue laced panties, some kind of boxer short design with a pouch. She yanked my shorts and underwear down, my cock jumped up and immediately anther model had a cup with ice cubes and water and grabbed my cock sticking it in and stirring the ice cubes with it. My cock got into a shock and subsided instantly and my balls shrunk as well.Two ladies supported me, while another one slapped my leg in order for me to lift it, one. (Author’s note: Please, always wear your seatbelt. Unless, that is, you are trapped in an erotic novel and it is inconvenient to the plot.)Emma unbuttoned my shorts and reached for the zipper.“Careful with the zipper, please!” I said hurriedly. “No underwear to protect anything down there!”Emma lowered my zipper with a theatrical slowness. She pulled my shorts forward as she did and peered inside. She peeked in at my penis with such caution that I think she was worried it could spring out at.