"Yes Master." I whine in response, straining back against him gently."Ask for forgiveness then, slut." His voice breaks with this sentence. "You won't...get fucked until you do." Please Master, please forgive me. It'll never happen again. Please Master?" I beg incoherently as he pushes me onto my back, him above me. He traces the head of his cock around my aroused cunt. "You're forgiven slut." He groans.I buck my hips eagerly against his cock, wanting him to fill me. "Please, please.." I beg. They carriedtheir weapons and lots of equipment. They had badges and name plates,just like normal cops. With so much skin, they looked like gang membersor a militia of mercenaries.They turned at me when I came to a screeching halt."Hi, officers," I said nervously.A soprano voice behind me cooed: "So, sweetheart, why do you look soguilty?"I whirled around and saw a bodybuilder woman in a similar cop outfit.She eyed me through her glasses. Her bulletproof top only covered thebreast on the left. You’re worth more to me than any other girl in the world.”“Do you really mean that? Really, truly? Cross your heart and hope to die?” Stephanie asked, sounding like a little girl.“I do. Think about it. I once told you that any girl who couldn’t accept what we planned to do had no long-term chance. I’ve told the most important girls in my life about you — Bethany, Karin and Kara. Jennifer knew before I did, as did Melanie. Kara probably can’t accept it, at least as I see it. She told me to do. One of the reasons I wanted to do that is that Doug Henning just started a show there, and I really wanted to see it. But now that I know I could not have seen it, that trip would have been for nothing.”We walked a bit more, and just after dark we headed back to the hotel. We spent a little time in the arcade, then headed up to the room. After a nice shower together, we went to bed and by 9 we were fucking like crazy. First her on top of me, then me on top of her, changing positions each time.