"Drive to the Manchester Inn." Why?" Because we need to change for the party and I have a room there."That was news to me. Katie explained that her mo... had booked the room early that afternoon, paying with cash. I cocked an eyebrow."Oh, I'm sure he knows. It may even be his idea, not wanting his daughter to be talked about." She giggled.Katie directed me around the back of the motel and we parked in front of the room. It was pretty dark there, only a few lights. Remember this was in the sixties. "Don't be too quick to judge," my wife defended me. "He is about averagesize if not just a little smaller but I bought the more compact version ofthe CB-6000 so it would be more secure. When he is at full mast he gets thejob done." Well I see that it isn't going to come off without the key but how does itprevent him from getting hard?" Christina asked my wife.My wife laughed, "It will cause him some pain but do you want to see how itworks?"Christina simply nodded."OK," my wife said, "Take off. "THIS IS THE 'REAL' PARTY!" Carinya reassured the young policewoman. She had promised both prostitutes a piece of the action. And, as if on cue, the unsuspecting 'Miss Victoria Police' had arrived - Marsha unbuttoning her uniform blouse as she blundered in on the 'FUN!'The blonde policewoman undid the last of her uniform blouse's buttons. She'd heard rumours about the 'Sarge' - the older policewoman having something of a kinky reputation within the 'Victoria Police'... "CARINYA..." Marsha. She began to slowly massage me getting me hard. But I knew it was just her way of trying to get my attention, I played it cool, carried on watching the film, enjoying the feeling of my growing excitement. She stepped it up at that point, unfastening my button, releasing me completely and lowering her head into my lap, sliding her lips over my swollen cock, teasing me with her tongue, taking me deep into her mouth, sucking me whilst her hand moved to my balls. (Shit I'm hard just thinking.