"Smiling at first, then becoming serious again, Officer David told Bushra to step out of the car.Her husband said:"Why does my wife need to step out?"...fficer Dave replied in a stern voice:"We need to search her. She could be wearing a fucking suicide belt under all those clothes.".He said:"But, you don't have any female officers to search her."Officer Dave:"Tough luck. Do I look like I give a damn."He husband angrily said:"You can't do that. I demand to speak to your superior."Officer Dave. "Hurry up, I wanna go next!" It hurts!" I whined, feeling my eyes growing wet as I begged them to stop, but they didn't.Billy started fucking me, pushing hard into my burning butt for a second and then relaxing. He never pulled back, I don't think, but just paused before jamming his dick a fraction deeper. It didn't hurt as much as I thought it did at the time, but I was frightened and confused and positive that getting butt fucked had to be the worst thing in the world. My ass felt hot and. Once I had swollowed everything the fed me, they took turns giving me deep loving affectionate kisses. We moved to the couch and i layback between them as they drank beer.By the time they finished their drinks I could see Steve was hardening again, Pete got up and left to collect more drinks. Steve slid forward and told me to come and sit up on his lap. I did as he asked. As I slid into him he whispered that he wanted to feel his cock up against my labia. I positioned myself as instructed. I. “So the big eightteen,” he smiled, laying himself next to me, his head only inches from my own. “Does you feel like a big person yet?” “I don’t know,” I laughed lightly as I looked over my arms to see if they looked any different. “Do I look any different to you?” “Nah,” he laughed, pulling himself up and crawling off my bed. “You still look like a brat if you ask me.” “I’m going back to bed,” I teased, pulling the covers up over my head. “I don’t need to be treated like this on my birthday.