Suzanne remembered how chatty she was when they’d first met a few years ago, a cheerful girl, full of questions as Suzanne, along with other MPD det...ctives, assisted at a public function the then-senator was attending with his family, not long after they’d arrived in Washington to begin the senator’s first term.They’d had a connection, Suzanne knew. They’d seen each other from time to time since then, their conversations brief but friendly, and more than once the daughter now code-named. Dad watched and then stood giving Mary his cock. He shot a load down her throat and then pissed her throat. The three of them went into bathrooms to clean up.I had breakfast.I was walking into town again heading for the square. I had decided to just hang out around the bandstand and watch initially. Later, I would probably, well likely, participate.I didn’t know it but it was judgment day for traffic offenses. Monetary fines are not used. Instead, corporal punishment was used. In Dulce, it was. His scalding come always seemed to make her climax longer and more powerful. She felt it filhng her cunt, overflowing, and gushing down her thighs."Great," she laughed as Dane set her down, "now I'm gonna need another shower!" Me, too," he grinned, "but wasn't it worth it?" Yes, baby, it was," Jodie said with a happy sigh.She fixed them a huge breakfast. After so many hours of fucking, they were hungry as wolves. As they were finishing, she just had to ask a question. It was a very personal. Ken crawled into the doorway and curled into a fetal ball.Is this all a cruel dream? Is all this happening in my head alone? Am I going crazy? Have I already gone crazy? Was my dear wife sexually abused by a black man or was it merely my imagination gone wild? And did she enjoy it? Or is that imagined as well? Is it some cruel hoax being played on me? Or am I the one doing the playing?Ken shook his head and tried to make some sense of all that had happened. The more he thought, the more.