His hands went to my breasts. I let him touch. Gently, he caressed and brushed and guided them to make it easier for him to put his face deep between ...hem.I could feel his hardness reaching up and touching my inner thigh, so I adjusted my position, placing the head at my entrance. Of course I was wet - I had been horny long before I started this whole gambit - so I started to slide down onto him.He said, "You aren't paying me to do this."I smiled down at him. "Consider this your performance. In time I was able to ignore the awkwardness of the situation and enjoyed my food and my service alike. I felt her hot breath run across my cock as she placed little kisses along its length. I managed to maintain my composure as she slipped her mouth around me and started taking me inside, but I did twitch a little here and there as she pleasured me. “Looks like you’re enjoying your service.” Elizabeth cooed.“Is she doing a good job for you honey?” Mom asked.“She sure is.” I replied. The other girls in the club had told her Karl was big in the manhood department. She hadn’t realized they meant this big. Kori’s hands cradled her challenge and her touch brought about an elongated thickening. She stroked the monster that would be her ultimate stage prop. Soon Karl was standing tall above his scrotum. Her hesitance abated, the show must go on. Kori released the man-meat and plucked at her own panties. Kori eyeballed Karl’s groin as she leaned forward and pushed her last shred. The log cabin walls were filled with mounted animals of every size and shape. It was impossible to miss when visitors walked through the front door. A massive chandelier made of elk antlers hung over three leather couches, giving the room the appearance of an expensive hunting lodge.Neither the house nor the Hummer were affordable on an honest police officer's salary, which was why Sheriff Warner was no honest police officer. The finer things in life were worth getting your hands dirty.