I suppose that was to grip it better. It didn’t take much imagination to think of other uses for it, and my imagination was in full swing by now. I ...huddered, eyeing the knob. It was a little too large for me to be comfortable with. Apparently Officer Laura could read my mind. Her lips twisted into a cruel smile. “You really are a dirty little whore, aren’t you kitty?” I simply nodded in agreement, my gaze glued to the baton in her hands, my pussy releasing a steady trickle down the insides of. From my current vantage point I could see most of Level 1 so if they stayed down there I could soon back-track.It was then that the absurdity of the situation hit me. What the hell was I doing? Why was I, a grown man, hiding behind a concrete pillar in a poorly lit multi story car park waiting for my wife to appear with another man? Surely I should be stepping out to reclaim her as mine; to save her from pudgy man. I should be beating the shit out of him for what he made her do in the cinema. I. "I see I arrived just in time," she said, leaning over us, and nibbling the side of my neck.I moved my hands down Dixie's stomach, to the opening of her too short dress, and touched the fabric covering her crotch. It was already wet. I pressed against where I figured her clit would be, and was rewarded with a throaty moan from the brunette.Amber pulled Dixie from my lap, and I was disappointed, until she leaned over and planted her lips against mine, her red hair falling down on my shoulders.. I tugged at my panties that had become soaked with my anticipation. Cautiously, I dipped my middle finger into my juices and gasped as I lost myself in the soft pinkness of my pussy. Close to coming, I withdrew my finger and brought it to my mouth. The mouth that I had tried so hard to minimize now wrapped its lips around my wet finger. I looked into the mirror and imagined that the finger was a cock, and then brought the index finger into my mouth as well. It was all I could do to stay in my.