His peter was poking, but I wasn't offering any refuge to the beggar at the door. He would have to stay hungry for another day. I got him on his tummy...and rubbed his back. Soon he was softly snoring. Then I drifted off, and dreamed I was a young girl, running along a sandy strand, chased by a dozen boys. They were all naked as Adam, I wore a gossamer diaphanous flowing long dress that billowed with the warm sea breeze. I never let them catch up, but never got too far ahead. I knew how to keep. Friday was getting more and more hot and now its obvious she has the same fetish about making me cum as I do about cumming. She says she wants my thick cum leaking out of her and I tell her that just makes me want to cum as hard and as deep into her as I can. At this point it is obvious we are going to fuck. I keep saying things like “Its going to feel so good as I pump you full of all this cum” and she keeps saying shes ready to receive my load. She eventually asks me where I live after saying. He did make one last editorial comment, "Too bad the police could not seem to do as good a job of fighting crime."I thought that was a cheap shot, because the police were held to such tight strictures on what they could and could not do. Having been a cop, I knew what a struggle it was for an honest cop to do the kind of job the public thought it was paying for. Certainly, if cops had done what I had done, they would be in jail more quickly than the people they had shot! Oh, well, that was why. “I will do whatever you tell me to cherry,” I replied. “Its Mistress to you,” she said squeezing my balls harder. I replied in tears, “I will do whatever you tell me Mistress.” She let go off my balls and said, “Wank.” She did not have to tell me twice, I knelt in front of her and started to wank. Within second, I was hard pre-cum dripping from my cock. “That’s a good boy, wank faster but make sure you ask me before you cum,” she said. Just after, she said that I replied, ” I’m.