But instead of sucking them, he reached over to a glass. He rubbed the very tip of her nipple and back arched as she realised he was rubbing an ice cu...e on them. He began tracing lines up and down her body, as she struggled and flexed. Then he stopped to whisper into her ear. "Do you need it? Do you need that pussy filling?" He whispered so quietly. "Yes, yes, please fuck me she panted!" He removed his clothes and straddled her chest. He moved forward, leaving the tip of his rigid cock in front. All the while he’s shaking my hand with that pudgy fist of his. Truly, I’m baffled at how I managed not to laugh in his face. Right into that disgusting fat face with its extra wobbling chin. It looks as if his head was smashed into a wall and didn’t quite heal! I might have to tell him to get into shape if he wants to stay on the force. Not that I have to or need to bother him about his weight. But more because I want to, and I can. Sure, all in all, he’s a good officer, I’m not in. Beer and a hotel room could only mean one thing and while the thought of experiencing this really good-looking hunk of a guy really turned me on, my intuition was to pass on his offer.“I won’t take ‘no’ for answer,” he pressed.“Sorry,” I replied. “I just don’t feel safe.”He said he understood and told me to have a nice afternoon.It was a very slow afternoon and the minutes on the wall clock seemed to tick off very slowly. Haney called and said he was going to be late and asked if I minded. She picked up a copy of Penthouse magazine and began reading. “Hello?” It was her cell phone. “Hi Sherri! It’s me!” “Hi Veronica! How’s Jamaica?” “Beautiful!” “Where have you been?” “I have been to the beach and to Clive’s room. That’s all!” “Who is Clive?” Sherri asked. “He’s one hunk of a black man from London,” Veronica said. “Is he the one on the beach that you told me about?” “Yes! We hooked up right away! We massaged one another. He took me back to his room….” Veronica left a.