She got up and hugged me and we kissed some more; I could taste my own cum and didn’t mind.Daniela then eventually stood up and led me to her bedroo....“If you want you can stay the night.” At this stage, I could think of any reason why not.We kissed and made out on her bed, while put a condom on my hardening cock and smeared some kind of lubricant over it.I was coming back to life again.She made me lie on my back as she rolled a condom on my hard cock, before rubbing lube over it as well.Daniela. "There was an awkward silence in the room for a moment. Although no onedirectly acknowledged it, they all know Joan was talking about her latehusband, Tom Fuller, also a Corrections Sergeant in the Dixon CountyJail. It had been seven years since he had vanished while in the finalstages of terminal prostate cancer.The search for Tom Fuller had been exhaustive; law enforcement rarelylets one of their own go easily. But no trace of him was ever found.None of Joan's colleagues would have believed. I groaned as I felt it entering her throat and felt her nose press into my pelvis. She slowly sucked back to the tip before swallowing my throbbing shaft to the hilt again. She pulled herself off and smiled at me as she began to move up the bed. She straddled me and grabbed my cock with one hand, lining it up with her waiting opening. With a groan she slowly lowered herself onto my cock, stopping at the half-way mark. She lifted up and dropped down a few times until she finally had the entire. Behind him some of the dolls picked up other implements and moved to help him. The hooded figures howled in rage, pulled baseball bats from their robes, and began smashing the dolls. Hendricks fought on but no matter how many times he stabbed at them it made no difference, soon the room was littered with broken dolls once more. As the last doll fell the hooded figures began laughing. Exhausted and defeated, Hendricks dropped his scalpel, fell to his knees and hugged one of the broken dolls to.