" If you were given a chance would you continue having someone fuck you up there?"Rachael's face settled into a thoughtful pose. "Yes, with someone wh... can be gentle yes I would."The talk of sex and the thought of Gwen watching, as she was ravished had Rachael's blood pumping again. She leaned over and began to kiss Gwen's lips, trailing down to her breasts and placing little butterfly kisses on the Royal Nipples...The sound of the door opening brought her out of her reprieve and Rachael. “Yeah, maybe we should or we might fuck right here on the table. Let’s dance off this sexual energy,” he replied as he got up and took my hand. We found a spot on the dance floor, but no amount of dancing was going to take care of my throbbing clit and wet pussy. “For a cop, you dance really well,” I told him. “Where is it written that cops can’t dance?” He asked with a playful roll of his eyes. I felt his hands glide down my back to my ass where he gave my ass a few hard “pats.” He waited for. Even worse, what if they put her in a holding cell? She had read about what happened to some young men in prison at the hands of jailhouse thugs, what chance would she have dressed as she was? Could she ask for protective custody? Her head was spinning. The Policeman took the machine away from Michele’s lips and looked at the reading and smirked. ‘You’re shit out of luck tonight sweety,’ the cop smiled evilly at Michele through the window. He turned on his heels and wobbled back to his cruiser,. THIS WAS NOT IT but it made me laugh so I thought what the hell. He was bold and had a confidence that made me curious. What the hell soon became my daily mantra until I agreed to meet him early one morning just to see if he could back up his bravado.We met in the parking lot of the Harley shop at 6:30, a safe yet private place that early in the morning. I pulled in and he was just getting off of his Harley. He was fully leathered as he walked toward the car. I will never forget the swagger and.