“Shit!” Lisa said. “We can’t stop here, I guess. We’ll go a little farther down the road.”She drove perhaps a hundred yards and stopped ag...in.They got out and walked into the forest, holding hands.They paused near a tall tree, unable to keep their hands off each other any longer.Mike ran his hands under his mother’s skirt to fondle her naked ass, while Lisa pulled his cock from the frayed leg of his shorts. She stroked his cock as he fondled her naked ass, her tongue going deep inside his. "You said..." she licked her lips. "You said you could help me with myprofession." I did." How?The old man closed his eyes. "You must tell me the utter truth aboutyour problem. You must tell me without reservation, and you must not lieto me. Those are The Rules."Vera instinctively knew that he was telling the truth. She could almostfeel it. She licked her lips, and her mouth was exceedingly dry. This isan absolutely terrible idea. But if he really can help me, and truthmatters... well, why not.. Later that night and alot of beers later Will was really pissed , he could barely walk and i was feeling pissed myself ,we stayed out for a while longer but will started to embaress himself falling over and being sick so we got in a taxi and went back to the hotel .I took him up to the room and dropped him on the bed , he fell asleep straight away , i put a bottle of water on the side of his bed and lay down on my own bed after 5 minutes my head was spinning , i leaned up and checked the time. I see through the visor mirror that the officer unsnaps his gun and has his right hand on the weapon.The officer comes to the driver’s window. “Good morning officer, what seems to be the problem?” John asks in a clear submissive tone.“You ran through a stop light back a couple of blocks,” the officer says to John.“I need to see your license and registration. How long have you had this truck?” The officer asks John.“Just a couple of weeks sir,” John says following my directions.“How does a punk.