I am Paul (Just like other authors here, this is a fake identity, though the facts are true) 22 years old guy from Kerala living in Bangalore working...as Software Engineer. I studied in Mumbai. I am 6 ft tall and have a dick of 6 inch.This is the second part of my story Caught in the Act Part 1. My family is composed of my Dad Mathew, a businessman aged 52(mom says he was a stud during his primes), mom Susan is homemaker aged 47 with height 5′ 5″ and she is really hot for her age and keeps her. It's a great thing you have your girlfriend from half way across the world here, but you can't upset your game day routine for her. You've made a commitment to this team and your teammates depend on you. Without Julie, who is always raring to go, I would have had to send you in puking or made other choices. You put us in a bad position.When these are the only things I can find wrong, you know you're doing well. But these are all things that can lead up the road to a bad game. Don't think I'm. "Shit! Damn it, that was close". He made it to the road and started driving home. He took all the old back roads to insure safer passage then turned down Farm Road 7845, the final stretch before home. His car started to swerve a bit and if the flashing lights and sirens from the police car riding his ass hadn't been turned on he would have passed out."License and registration, sir?" Clare sighed, knowing he was probably to drunk to even remember his own name. Clare was new on the force, having. As I hung there, helpless, I felt the hands and fingers squeezing, probing, slapping my tits, ass, my pussy and then my face too. With my eyes closed to keep the oil out I really couldn't see who was doing what and it really didn't matter. I could feel the pinching, and probing, and the slapping. A hard swat to my butt, another across my face. Then another series of slaps across my ass. My face stung. My tits stung, and my ass was on fire. I was in a submissive trance, and strangely, loving it.