She leant across me again to hand over the drinks. Again, I copped an eyeful of her tits and nipples. This time though she put a note in my hand as sh... prepared to put some black pepper on our shared starter. After she’d done a twist or three of the pepper mill and left the table I looked at the note. It gave her mobile number and asked if she could meet us outside of the restaurant.Joan and I read the note a couple of times – we were happy to meet up – another member of the harem would not go. When he was ramming her hard, a policewoman came running to her with a phone. “It’s the Commissioner,” she said. But it did not have any effect on her. A prisoner serving a lifetime doesn’t give a damn about commissioner or CM! And so, like a bastard, he started fucking her harder. Smitha was moaning and hissing while talking on the phone. The Commissioner understood what she was doing as he had done the same while talking to his wife when Smitha was blowing him. He knew the slut she was.After. I was about twenty-two or twenty-three and an older gentlemen, probably in his mid-forties picked me up. He told me that he was an assistant principal of a high school in Jacksonville. He looked the part what with his tie, dress shirt, slacks and glasses so he may have been telling me the truth..As we drove along he stared rubbing my leg and I didn't stop him. .Then I taking the initiative, I reached over and unzipped his trousers and pulled his cock out. I stroked it a couple of times and then. He griped and pulled my shoulders down on the couch and unbuckled my pants. Then he slid my pants and underwear down to my knees. “What are you doing, “ I nervously asked. “I’m going to give you what you really want. You like being held down,” he replied. He placed my arms under my back and held them with his right hand. Then, after fondling my penis for a minute he leaned down, placing it in his mouth. I was scared yet excited as sucked on me. His left hand tightly held my.