She did not say a word. She just knelt there holding it and looking at it in amazement. “Wow, it’s so huge,” she said with a smile on her face. ...��Can I play with it?” she asked.“If you want to,” I said.She smiled some more and started to move her hand up and down the shaft of my cock. She had the softest hands I had ever felt on my dick. Just the fact that she was stroking me was making pre-cum leak out the head of my cock. She leaned in and licked it off the tip of my manhood. I jumped a little. We had a few drinks and she became her flirtatious self par excellence – the girl would flirt with anyone. Even a bum if he was tall enough and had a stick to hit with. So shes grabbing my hand when she talks, shes making funny jokes, jokes that arent that funny but since Ive had a few myself Im able to feign laughter for the sake of the breasts. I notice that the blood is rushing to my taken and married shaft-pumper and its getting pretty hard – just hard enough for no one to notice unless of. When he was satisfied I asked. "How long will I be stuck in here?"He smiled an indulgent smile and said, "You suffered a kill shot to the head. We need to be absolutely certain that there are no serious aftershocks coming, before I even think of releasing you, but I understand where you're coming from."There are some very serious gentlemen from the Federal Government outside dying for to tell them that you are up to being questioned. You are fragile from the shock of the impact, and brutal. You're lookin' good, you know that?"She couldn't control her terror anymore, and I could hear her voice break as she tried to say something.Just like Laurie had been scared, when the man started calling her. She had told me about it, and I told her she should call the police."Yeah, lookin' real good. Know what I think? I think you and me, we should get together. I think you're wastin' that fine body. Body like that, it's made for lovin'. Ain't that right?" Please," she tried. "Please just leave.