The first cop began to slam his hand into my cunt when the other guy said, "lets fuck the shit out of this slut." I thought to myself, "I'm not a slut... but I needed to be fucked and I won't get a ticket this way".Cop #1 removed his fingers from my cunt and I heard his belt drop and his zipper came down. I heard something ripping and assumed it was a condom wrapper. I kept slobbing cop #2's knob or rather he kept fucking my face. I could feel his mushroom sized head in my throat and his balls. For a second, I was numb. Suddenly, I could hear her saying. “You bastard.All you men are the same. I thought U were kind enough to save me. But now I know that you are as bastard as that dilip. You sick pervert. Get out of my house before I call the police.Get out you bastard.Just leave.”She was just about to give me another rap on my face when I got my senses and caught hold of her hand. I tried to pacify her by saying that I could have just ignored the call and let dilip enjoy her body. I. The workers leave at 5:30.And I peeped out. There I saw the workers leaving and when all of them left, we came out and went inside a clean room. I bolted the door and started the action. She climbed on me with her legs crossed around my waist and started french kissing me. I removed her chunni and threw it aside.She was wearing a dark fabric green Punjabi dress. I started removing and lo! Soon she was in a white bra. I pressed her tits thru the bra and kissed her cleavage and licked there. Then. When he’d been at college, almost twenty years ago, Niles had experimented with homosexuality - he’d enjoyed the few encounters he’d been involved with, but it utterly paled in comparison to the strength of his feelings for women, and so he had never felt the need to revisit same-sex relationships.The concoction of emotions and urges that Mr. Foster had been brewing, however, meant that for the moment, sexuality was irrelevant. Gay, straight, bisexual - nothing mattered except getting his.