'Shall we say nine am tomorrow, at my place.'There was a tremendous thump across my shoulders. I turned myhead, fearing the worst. It was Godo, but he...was forcing a smileonto his face. 'The Chief Constable would like a word with you,' he said,pushing the mobile towards me. ***They left shortly after, and I breathed a sigh of relief thatshe had made no further attempt to set up an assignation. Imean, no man wants to turn down a woman's request to shag her,but since. " It smells like shit. Like nasty, dirty shit," I said.Her eyes lit up and her asshole puckered. "Good! Now shove your cock in there, and get it in as deep as you can, and keep it in there. Hurry hurry hurry!"I got my feet up onto the sofa and slowly shoved my throbbing erection into her dirty ass. I could feel the rough walls of her ass as I sunk in deeper, inch by inch. I pushed myself as far as I could into her, and throbbed my cock to its full size, and just stayed there, pulsating in her. I went against my better judgement in picking someone so close to home but he was 59-years-old, divorced, and didn't seem to threaten any drama. He even said he would be okay with anything I arranged said but I told him, “No, it’s about what you want to do,” and he was very happy.When my guy left promptly at four, I showered, shaved, and dressed to display as much flesh as possible. Dom had requested a backless black mini-dress which I wouldn’t usually wear in winter. But, hey, I aim to please.. He was currently living athome, but his parents were threatening to throw himout. He would have been happy to move into a place ofhis own, but he didn't have any money for rent.He felt under a lot of pressure to find a job, anyjob. He looked in the want ads for employment, and onseveral Internet job boards, but didn't find a job.He ended up sitting in the office of a localemployment service, hoping that they could find him ajob.Patrick was talking to one of the job counselors, amiddle-aged.