It was fun. I loved the smell of leather, and I was already used to the taste of my own semen. Whenever Gerry allowed me to have an orgasm, I was alwa...s required to clean up the mess with my tongue. It didn’t matter if I ejaculated on the kitchen floor, on my wife’s leg, in her hand, on a pair of her dirty pantyhose, or on her black leather boots. Once the climax was completed, I had to lick up the semen, or risk being denied an orgasm for a much longer period of time. ?That’s good enough,? she. Jenny just pulledher chair over closer to him, attempting to comfort him. Mr. Thompsongave a ?manly? snort, as if trying to fight back tears. I giggled alittle at it and he busted me. I blushed as he smiled at me.Attempting to change the subject, he began speaking again.?So, Alexa, your teaching my daughter how to cook? That must be anadventure?? I laughed out loud at that and Jenny?s sympathy for herfather was broken for a moment as she reached for her napkin and threwit across threw. " I gently fingered the lace of my nightdress."You are only a year younger than me so don't you feel uncomfortable withall us strange men around the place, and you being the only a girl?"She looked round with a dazzling smile on her face as she began to speakin cultured tones, - "Not in the least Victoria, - after all, I am thesame as all of you underneath." For a moment I was completely floored asshe continued, - "After I was first 'breeched' Mummy and Daddy alwaysfound meto be a difficult. ..” she said seductively, her face mere inches from his crotch, her hands on his thighs. I could see a large bulge forming in the cops pants. It was working but I didn’t like it. I grabbed Sarah by her shoulders, trying to lift her off her knees, “get in the car!” I yelled. “Hey let go off her” the cop interjected. “Me and this slut were bargaining here.” “T-t-thats my girlfriend” I stammered. The cop grabbed me and expressed how he does not give a fuck with a firm slap to my face and handcuffs.