Al picked up the phone next to the bed, and called the San Francisco Police Department. He explained who he was and asked for Lt. Slavens. Within a mi...ute, Slavens was on the phone. "Good morning, Al. Are you getting out of prison this morning?"Al let out a belly laugh that caused his ribs to remind him he should act with more decorum. "That's funny, Art. I just made a comment to the nurse that being in a hospital was like being in jail, and I think it made her a little angry. Yes, I am getting. I stripped naked and watched as he took off his t-shirt and kicked off his cargo shorts. He stood there in just his work boots and jockey shorts! I knelt at his feet and hooked my thumbs into the waist band of his jockeys, and slowly eased them down. His hardon sprang free and brushed my pouty lips. I lifted his boots out of the shorts and ran my hands over his muscular legs - his calves and thighs were like IRON! I felt his strong hand run up the back of my neck and through my blonde hair, his. I barely got my hand out before she trapped it under her.As she rolled over, I felt her leg move out and bump against mine. That was promising. I placed my hand on the small of her back and began a light massage, moving down to her buttocks. I gently squeezed and stroked first one side, then the other, lightly pulling to open them. That always turned her on when she was awake. I noticed her breathing change, less deep and picking up its rhythm. That spurred me to up the ante on my caresses, a. " Jason said. "You're on birth control, right?" "Mmm. Yea," Izzy responded. "You're so big. Oh fuck. Mmmm. Oh yea. Just, just. Oh yea. Right there, right fucking there." she moaned. Izzy kept rotating her hips onto him trying to get him to cum. She was on the verge of climax when Jason picked her up and layed her on the table. Izzy was twitching and shaking. "Finish me off big boy," she stuttered. "You don't fight much for a slave." Jason stood above her. "What can I say?" she asked. "I guess.