When it came time for a police officer to need a new personal vehicle, I gave them the vehicle at my cost whether it was new or used. I also carried t...e financing for them at zero interest.If they brought in their patrol car, we'd clean that too. You'd be surprised how often drunks vomited in the back or scared kids lost bladder control when handcuffed and put in the back seat.One day I was challenged by a pesky newspaper reporter about these business practices and asked if it wasn't just a. Usually this part is a bit of a struggle, but for some reason he slides right in and groans his approval, which spikes and pegs my libido meter all the way into the red zone.In response, I give my hips an airborne tilt and tighten my sleeve over him in secret, ravenous waves, longing to suck him off in every way possible."Put it in my mouth," I breathe under the late-day rasp of his jawline."It's perfect where it is," he pants through fevered kisses.The headboard clacks with each tug of the. "I took a couple of bottles and some cotton from their shelves. "The cuts are clean. I don't see anything in them." I applied the hydrogen peroxide. The cuts bubbled a bit when they touched blood. "This will clean them out. We don't want them getting infected." It stings." I know. Here, this is even better at preventing infection." I showed her a bottle of red liquid."Oh no, don't use the iodine. It'll burn like hell." I'll just do what my momma taught me. I'll blow on it."I nudged Juliet's. She laughed a wicked laugh through the pain, ‘I let him fuck me up the ass, too.’ Jeron squeaked like a mouse at the words. She had been virtually rooted to the floor since her daughter’s panties were shed, unable to look away with no desire to do so anyway. She’s a slut like me. She’s a hot, dirty slut. She reached behind her and began unfastening her dress. She’d never felt so aroused or docile in her whole life. She’d always deferred to her husband, but that was different now and she knew.