So I told them it would be difficult since she wasn't pregnant. There was silence for a while. Then they demanded to know why I was giving my consen.... Actually, I hadn't even realized it was necessary. But I did end up signing something when they got the license. I didn't even inform the Canfields at that time that Missy's intended was a black man. The Canfields were bigoted in many ways. I wonder how their son had turned out so nice. Anyway, Missy called them back and gave them a piece. Down towards the river. He could try down there. It started to rain. He didn't even bother to turn up the collar on his coat. He'd be soaked soon enough whatever happened. The first place he tried was shut. Black and yellow tape criss-crossed the door. "Police — Crime Scene — Do Not Enter" it said on the tape. James could imagine what the crime had been. Serving food to solitaries was enough to attract the attention of the black and whites.Around the corner, one last place was open. It was. Now moment later to get more comfortable I asked her to climb back more as there was a lot of space in the back. She then slid her ass up the seat and up my dick too. I felt a little pain and the skin also got stretched when she slid up the seat. But I was enjoying it like heaven. She was now sitting full weight on my dick. My bua’s ass felt so soft initially but when she slid back to take comfortable position My dick was getting crushed between the seat and her ass. I couldn’t control in that. She crossed her arms, stared at me coldly. 'Did you watch Jenny and me?'I felt the blood rush to my face. What to say? I made a decision - the truth. 'I won't lie. I have watched it.' I was going to say more, but for once made the right decision and shut the fuck up. My hopes rose as she opened the cabinet. If she was just going to spank me, that meant she would stay. Didn't it? Please, I thought, give me a caning, even a slippering, and stay.She turned towards me. 'Everything off. Now.'I.