I take of my jacket, and sneak a look through the thin sliver of light between the doors, he is there, my heart beats harder, so I pull of my jumper, ...ook again, then take off my brassiere and stand in the cubical bare-breasted.'It's now or never', goes through my head, as my hand touches one of the swing doors and push it ever so slightly, it opens and I let him see my breasts.Hi head turns left then right, then back to me. His huge smile shows it is clear, so my hand drops to my waist and I. I stayed there for almost two days, naked, my hands still cuffed, drinking only water and eating only bread, before they came and got me again. The deputy leered at me and slid his hands over my body. He cursed when I tried to pull away. He pulled a key out and unlocked my handcuffs, then pulled my hands behind me and relocked them.He sat beside me on the little bunk, his hands moving over my belly and down between my legs, stroking and squeezing. His mouth sucked on my breasts, chewed on my. He'd said what he'd had to say. We did most of the rest of the trip in comfortable silence. The final couple of blocks was through one of those Levittown-type neighborhoods, where all the houses seemed to be boxy clones, until he pulled into a driveway beside one of them."Larry, you are welcome in my home," he said formally. "Here you may be safe."I grinned at him and told him thanks.Inside the place was neat as a pin. He insisted on giving me a guided tour, taking me into every room. The decor. After a few minutes of her licking my taint and butthole I wanted to get all oiled up. “Can you give me an oil massage now. Or at least cover me in oil.” I said hopping off the table. She agreed and so she warmed up more oil and came back up while I laid ass up on the table. She poured the warm oil on my back and spread it around. She then went to my butt and again started eating it. Her warm mouth felt so good. After a few minutes she massaged my muscular legs. “Flip over quick, my oil is.