Wow! I feel bad for the cop who got killed, but he was clearly a hair-trigger kind of asshole. Had no business being on the Force, even nowadays. What...was his name, anyway?” David asked with a still groggy voice, the morphine having not fully worn out yet.“Officer Lionel Calvin, but everyone called him ‘Slim.’ Apparently, a bit quick-tempered, to put it mildly. A hothead, plain and simple. Past incidents of police brutality were enough to warrant at least two internal probes, but he was only. These people never leave leave this area. They live and work in here. Those doors " He jerked his thumb over his shoulder "won't open for them. Come on."We walked over to a service desk. Standing at the counter was a small woman with short blonde hair wearing nothing but a collar. I'm glad that she couldn't see my face. My eyes were locked on her knockers. Full and beautiful, they were just the right size for her body. I felt myself growing hard as my eyes traced down her body. I had read there. It seemed to never end. But it did. I lay there, my jaw aching from the gag, my bottom on fire from the cropping.I felt a weight beside me on the bed. Hands unbuckling the dreaded gag. Ahhh.... fresh air... I smiled at David.He smiled back. "Now, two hundred sucks, he said. It took me a moment to register. Oh. Oh well, OK, I thought.I positioned myself in a comfortable position; David had removed his trousers. I fished the object of my desire out of his undies, and set about my task. This was. She was experienced at having sex with men she wanted something from. She had obviously done this before so I wasn’t giving her any pity. Reaching into the glovebox she found a small rag that we used to clean the windshield. She used the blue, microfiber cloth to wipe her face and mouth before refolding it and putting it on her lap. She straightened her bra, pulling it back into place and began buttoning up her blouse. I tugged my pants back up and buckled my belt. I couldn’t help but grin the.