" But I don't want to fight. Period." Phillip implored his trainer."Coward?"Simple and to the point. Phillip paused before answering. Looking around h... finally looked at his feet."Yeah. I don't believe in fighting." And what did you do about bullies? Get beat up?" Yeah but then I out smarted them. Made sure they couldn't get at me. Stayed one step ahead of them." And what are you going to do when someone comes after you cause you are a mutant? Mutants get beat and die all the time, normally. You look at me with a hunger I’ve never seen before. You bark at me to get in the back. I move to the back and lay down. It’s a good thing that the van has plenty of room in the back. You mount your soaking cunt on my face, and I attack you with my mouth. I am licking your wetness and your lips. I suck each of your lips, and then head for your clit. I can’t see exactly what you’re doing, but I can imagine that your licking your lips before you begin to lick my cock like it’s the most delicious. The cop stood up and spun Monique around to face him. He whipped out his second pair of cuffs, he cuffed one hand in front of the other, instead of behind her like he did with her boss. He was about to lead her boss into the car, when Monique yelled, ‘Ok, I’m a prostitute. I’m a hooker. Now, what can we work, so you’ll let us go with just a warning?’ The cop walked over with a grin. He responded, ‘We’ll, you’re looking at a misdemeanor charge of prostitution, but your buddy here is looking at. I could not remove my eyes from her. I measured her hips movement. My heart beats kept increasing with every movement of her hips and breasts. Her breasts were bigger than normal and it looked tight and firm. I likes to see her in sari for a simple reason that sari brings out her figure more and in addition looks more juicy than those covered all kurties. Most of the time when she is doing house hold work her saree can not cover her big boobs and her cleavage is always feast to my eyes. Strong.