” I did as I was told. He undid his own jeans. He seemed to be in a hurry. When they slipped down they revealed a tight and impressive bulge in his ...riefs. I sighed as I saw this. My hands caressed and cupped the package, my lips kissed it.Fingers tucked into the tight waistband and slowly exposed the beautiful contents until his growing dick swung free. I lifted it and kissed it.“You are such a gay cock slut” He said quietly.I immediately began sucking him. His erection was soon exceptionally. She began undressing, tossing her clothes in a pile on the floor noting how damp her panties were as she slid them off. She admired her slim figure in the mirror, her small but firm breasts, hidden slightly behind her long brunette hair, her firm shapely ass probably her best asset. Her imagination ran wild as she wondered how she would look on a stage in a town square, surrounded by jeering peasants and manhandled against her will to step up to the deadly machine. She sat down on the hard wood. “Hi honey, I am in jail.”CricketCricketCricketThe silence was deafening. I was weaving as I stood at the desk with the phone. I was not sure that I could maintain this cool exterior of being stone cold sober. (Like anyone who is drunk on their ass can do). Lynn knew from my voice that I was first, drunk, and second that I was ok.“Where are you? Which jail?”“I don’t know. They brought me here. I don’t know.”“May I talk to one of the police officers around you?”“Sure!”There was some background. Would be gossiping for hours and would probably complain about him bringing his friends back. to watch the game. He turned to his friends."Be quiet guys, okay. We can sneak in the back door and into the den. If we don't make. to much noise, they might not notice us!"The alcohol misting their brain's, Fred's two friends once again accepted this idea as. making some sort of sense and followed him towards the back door. Fred let them in quietly,. stumbling and cursing in hushed tones. The three.