My kids and in-laws will be there. I can’t allow you.Me: Your mother-in-law will sleep. Your kids have an online school. You can manage for some tim....She: What manage? My kid’s online school will be completed at 3. Every 40 minutes, I have to track him, focusing on him. The other kid is younger, and she is 3 years old. My sex life is over.Me: But still, if you manage 15 minutes, you can touch my dick. (I send this message with a naughty smile)She: I need pleasure badly. But I don’t have any. . you know?" she asked."Fuck your ass?" I said in a loud, sarcastic voice. She dropped her gaze and blushed. I pushed her out of the way and walked into the bedroom. "That's why, right there." What do you mean?" she said, in a small, apologetic voice."You're ashamed of it. You can't even say 'anal sex' or anything like it. I'm not going to do something to you if you hate it," I said as plainly as I could."I don't hate it. You know how I was raised. We just don't talk about things like that,". The officer continued to fuck her from behind while also fiddling with another tool from his belt. Melody could not focus and ignored his hands for his cock and baton. When she felt something pinching her nipples under her shirt, she looked down to find he had pulled her blouse down so her breasts where exposed through the cleavage. There was something shiny between his finger and he was pressing it to one of her nipples.She realized too late that it was the needle of a tazer. It pierced. ?You want my brother. Sniffen, come here!? A moment later, a middle aged man with gray hair, and an unfortunate pot belly, dressed in a cardigan striped shirt and khakis—?Slave to J.Crew? was how Petti described Sniff—came up, holding a bit of register tape. ?I’m just-just going over the numbers, Petti.? Sniffen Courcheval said in a shaking voice. ?You said I couldn’t go to my Stamp Club meeting early tonight until I worked out the snarl—?Petti waved her hand. ?Forget that. Or no—you have to.