He was familiar but I just couldn't place him. There were plenty of seats available, so I had no trouble getting one across the room. The tables had c...ndles on them in the little glass holders. I blew my out and told the waiter that it bothered my glaucoma.I ordered a generic, chicken entrée and got comfortable. The waiter was filling my coffee cup for the third time."Excuse me. The guy at that table across the room looks awfully familiar. Do you know who he is?" Of course. That is Malcolm. Fuck.In one sense, I shouldn’t feel any different about being armed than when I wore a uniform. But I did.Getting dressed every morning as a cop was just ... natural. I’d grown up seeing Daddy leave with a dark uniform and a belt full of the tools of his trade.When I checked myself in the mirror before leaving for work at the cop shop, I didn’t really register the pistol, the cuffs, the baton, the rest of the equipment. Just accessories. The only thing I had to remember was to lock up all my. I couldn’t say anything. I just smiled again. And sat the end of the bed. Her body was so young and beautiful. Her boobs were perky. Even her face was flawless – the way her hair was messed up. Everything was killing me.That’s when she removed her panties. She wasn’t smiling anymore. She had a kind of lust on her pretty face. She looked at me with a wild thirst.Leah: Take it.She threw her panties onto my face. I breathed in the smell of her warm pussy. I knew I was going to remember this day. "No, slut?" I asked "You don't want me to fuck your little pussy raw until you learn your lesson." Oh god, no," she moaned and I could tell that a dam was breaking. She knew what she wanted but didn't want to give in, to submit., "I want...I want...I want you to fuck my ass."I smiled."Yeah you do," I said, spitting on my hand before rubbing it all over the dick, "You need to be really punished, don't you."I moved upward, the now slick head of the big cock pushing between her toned little ass,.