” He cuffed her hands behind her back, then turned her over and helped her sit up on the edge of the bed, with her feet on the floor, and her boobs ...waying back and forth in front of her.With his eyes locked onto her heavy tits and big areolas, the cop said, “But first, I need you to help me with something.” As he said this, he pulled down his zipper, reached inside his boxers and pulled out his already semi-hard cock.“Let’s get this taken care of, so I can search this place and get you down to. I pushed my chest to his, and slowly fluttered open my eyes to stare at him. ‘What are you doing?’ I asked him. John replied, ‘I’m playing with your tits, Princess… I’m sorry, they were just so beautiful and I just had to touch them.’ ‘Oh.’ ‘Did you want my to stop?’ ‘No… I- I like it… It makes me feel warm- down there…’ He closed his eyes and shuddered, groaned into my ear. ‘Princess… I’m going to fuck you, but first I’m going to give you a lesson in street talk. ‘Down there is your pussy. It. Standing 5’8” in my bare feet and weighing 140 lbs, I was only about 10 lbs over my ideal weight, but more conspicuous was that gravity over time had played hell on my ass, thighs, and tits. My once high riding, firm B cup tits where now looking almost deflated with my nipples pointing down. My stomach, even though it was not protruding to any extent, was as soft as jello. I made up my mind to change right then and there, got dressed and headed for the health club before my children would get. But it wasn't like he was looking at me, no it was like he was looking at someone on the other side of me.The black men at the table have been here much longer than me. The men have gotten really drunk proving it with their wobbly and dizzy movements. I needed to piss, I mean, I had held it in for nearly an hour. Everybody in here's relaxed, no one would notice some white kid go to the restroom.I set my pencil down and pushed my chair back and got up. It released a faint creak which sounded off.