I don't bite."He had said that with a wicked gleam in his eye but there was a softness about his voice that made me feel at ease. And he was attracti...e, too. He was standing behind that bar in a spotless white shirt (for some reason I expected it to be spattered with blood),had a gold chain around his neck and a small gold stud in his ear. His shirt sleeves were rolled up to the elbows and as he moved back to arrange some bottles I noticed the way his dark blue jeans hugged a perfect arse. He. A uniform had never turned me on until that moment. His matching shirt and pants, the hat, the gun belt, and his big prick! The heat of friction was back as he savaged me. My flaming desire was just starting to turn to concern of physical harm when I heard him groan. He drove the prick as deep as possible and then started gasping. I felt his cum splattering all over me as I came myself. All I could do was shake as spurt after spurt of cum emptied into my panties. I thought I heard Paul. Let's see what it says about you." She pulled a chair up to the cell wall and sat down to read. It began with the standard form information, date, agent reporting, operation commanding officer, location of capture, tentative creature identification... "Tentacle rape monster?" she blurted out in surprise. Sometimes the agents who managed the captures would get overly fanciful with that line of the form."At your service," came the reply from within the cell, confirming that it was no. I quickly changed into the outfit and stood there for a moment looking at myself in the mirror. My bra-less nipples strained the sheer white blouse, I turned around and gasp at my appearance. I could see a hint of the garter belt, and ran a hand down my smooth sexy legs. I then blew myself a kiss whispering, "Babygirl you're a sexy slut, oooh I like it."I saw you sitting naked on the bed when I entered the room. I put a finger in my mouth childishly and said, "Ready for some fun daddy."You got.