"Don't tell anyone!" She yells and she's all fucking panicky you know.And I'm like "You kinky bitch!" And she's like "Fuck you Albert! What the fuck w...re you doing in there?" "Having a wank, same as you!" "Well then... why don't we just fuck instead?" Now I know you're thinking this doesn't sound like realistic dialogue, but how fucking often do people talk like a Tarantino movie? Never. People actually do say corny-ass lines because we're don't walk around with fucking thesauruses in our. Jamie apologised again."Stand against the car please. With your permission im going to search you". She went through the usual script of asking if he had anything in his pockets that would stab her. Not unless you count my cock you fine yhing, thought Jamie.The officer carried out her search. "Got your licence or any other ID on you?" She asked.when Jamie admitted he didnt, the officer told Jamie he was to be taken to the station. Jamie hadnt been pulled over before so wasnt sure how this. He now knew why she had rebuffed his advances. The more he thought about her, the more he wanted her. He didn't care if she was a whore or not. In fact, that made her even more desirable.He asked Jill to find out if my Mother worked for an agency or was freelance. When Jill found out it was an agency he asked her to find out which one and the name she used for work. The name she used was Helen. It took her a few weeks of snooping to get what her Father wanted. I was completely unaware of what. She returned to her seat behind him where she could enjoy the pup's little show.The sensation was amazing after the long day he had had, and if it were up to him he would have let his load go then and there, but it was his Mistress's words that made him fight the joy. He moved as much as his bonds would allow, trying to find a limited position that could help delay the inevitable. The gathering enjoyed his squirming against the machine tugging violently at his cock, each time he flinched they.