It’s at this moment I realized this pretty brunette had a tattoo on boob, and then began to have images again squirting a load out of her neatly tri...med snatch. I pushed her back toward me again… we were so excited our tongues began to explore our oral cavities in a French kiss. I unbuttoned her pants still kissing her, slid them down, to discover a black panty, like thongs, leaving a stiff, straight up asscheeks up in the air as she bent for me to see… the ideal girl for a fuck doggy, Oh, my. ‘So, does that mean I’m the real deal, then?’ I say. ‘Well, not so fast there Omen. Just because the body of you they have is becoming goo, doesn’t mean you aren’t the real deal. You are going to be placed under house arrest till we can get this matter sorted.’ St. Day you are an ass and now I’m agitated. I stay in a ‘holding cell’ under house arrest by the UN Police division of the I.S.T. It’s just one of the rooms that is usually used as living quarters for full timers. At least I get to keep. He groaned as she pulled his pants down, exposing his erect cock. Her breasts bounced invitingly, swaying with the motion of her body.He had watched her from afar for so long that to finally have her in front of him, down on her hands and knees, was like something out of a dream.He could see a small bead of precum adorning the tip of his cock briefly before it was enveloped by her mouth. He almost lost it in that moment. The heat, the gentle pressure and the sensation of her lips and tongue. "Now, get on your knees, little boy," he demanded. I knelt in front of them,eyes downcast from humiliation."Okay, you little turd. Beg me to fuck this beautiful white wife of yours," hesneered. I thought I would cry. I know I hadn't been giving her any, but Icouldn't bare the thought of someone else fucking her. I couldn't get my lips tomove. Will bent over and slapped me across my face, hard. Tears did spring tomy eyes then."P-p-please, S-Sir," I whispered. "P-please f-f-fuck m-my w-wife.".