I was being torn apart as now two hands fucked me. I breathed deeply until I could handle the intense pressure that bordered on, but didn't quite reac..., pain.Cindy stepped over to Loraine and whispered something, I couldn't tell what, but Loraine, murdered, "Oh yes. Such fun."Loraine pulled out one hand and then the next. I felt bizarrely empty. In a moment, I felt Cindy's larger hand slip into my now stretched ass, followed by Loraine's. Again, I gasped as the second forced its way in. I felt. I had wanted to get home soon to watch a football game, so was about to just head home, when he asked if I wanted to watch it at his place. I figured why not, and called my girlfriend to let her know I'd be home later. I followed him about a mile or so and he pulled into his apartment building parking lot. We parked and I followed him in. He got us a couple of drinks and we sat down to watch the game. Richie asked if I went to the place where I saw him often, and I told him I did occasionally.. I heard him sigh and felt slight pressure on the back of my head as he encouraged me to take him in again, and again, and again. When I had pushed him almost to the edge, when I felt his balls tightening in my hand and I expected him to cum in my mouth at any moment, he pulled away. I made a noise of protest, a little whine that he'd denied me that moment. Breathing a little bit heavier than usual, he tapped his cock against my face, leaving my own saliva smeared over my cheek. “Were you. It wascold because it was late October, and in police stations, like allgovernment offices, they don't put the central heating on until thefirst of November. The steel-framed canvas chair certainly wasn'tdesigned for comfort, but the thick soft padding on my backside alwaysmade it feel like sitting on a cushion anyway.The Inspector and his Sergeant regarded me quizzically. That wasfair; I must have looked a sight. I'd lost my cap and most of my hairpins in the fight, and the permed greying.