He asked me if I'd like to be a prisoner in chains and be judged. He says I can come down to his place. He can come pick me up here in an hour. Wasn't...quite my thing. Sounded a bit too serious. I was too horny and lonely to say no. I said sure and I gave him my address.I was horny waiting almost the whole hour but he was right here on time. He walked straight into my house. He didn't knock or ask to come in.He was wearing a police uniform. Boots. He told me to get my clothes off and get on my. I went over the availablefood items, revising the menu several times and settling on a lightsalad and a Middle Eastern lamb dish. The dessert menu was limited butdid contain a custard treat that was one of my favorites. Captain'sprivilege.I scrubbed up well, trimmed my nails and shaved closely. My closetopened to reveal not just the usual clean uniform but a pair of darkslacks and a tailored shirt. A black belt and loafers added to mycomfortable but stylishly crisp look. Finally I slipped on my. B turned the pages. He had succeeded in getting me very horny and the slow movements outside my pants were driving me crazy. It started with a thumb moving up and down on my cock, and then he used the tips of two fingers. I wanted him to masturbate me right then, quickly, I loved his touch. Giving in was heavenly. My head leaned back to his chest and I started moaning. Mr. B growled and his right hand came to my face. He put a finger to my lips and I opened my mouth. He moved it in and out, in. Once showered, I went to bed. I woke up early, made a coffee from the complimentary set, and sat surfing on my laptop, I found Christine had sent me an email, she said that Harold was annoyed with her because she had to travel and stay overnight in different towns. Secretly she said that she was getting loads of orders, her commission had more than doubled, but she had to offer special services to get them. Sometimes she said she could get away with just a blowjob, but mostly she got fucked,.