"You have no idea how much I hated the politics of this department. It's a good thing you are a Libertarian they don't have a machine yet," he said."E...die, you were right to want to go back to the Detective job. You were a lousy politician," I said."Yeah I know," he said. "Anyway let's go to the cop out tonight to celebrate." Come to the Englishman's pub, and I'll buy you a beer," I said."I haven't been there yet. I've been meaning to try it, so you have a deal. I warn you I am going to bring. She didn't know if it was because it was in her house, the fact that she was about ten years older, or just simply that Jenny had a more dominant personality, but she was certainly in charge of what was happening, and Jan liked that! There was something about Jenny that intrigued her, attracted her in a way that she hadn't experienced before. By now, Jenny was now stood in the middle of the bedroom, slowly unbuttoning the top buttons on her blouse. She gave a slight nod to Jan, and she walked. The room! I'm afraid to touch anything, such is the opulence of the furniture and finishes, so I rush to the window and take in the intoxicating cityscape. Only when I'm aware of how thirsty I am, do I tear myself away. There's an ice bucket cradling cobalt bottles of sparkling mineral water. Once slaked, I shower and opt for the Tasha Strutt dress. I hope it will make the same first impression on Robert as it did on Cabot-Blenheim's mirror.Blue hour mists the sky above our open-air table in. I looked down at my ravaged body and suddenly a woman knelt down between my spread thighs and began licking my sore cunt. She said her name was Patty and she was Parker’s girlfriend. As she flicked her tongue into my both ruined holes, she said that she loved tasting men’s cum, mixed with pussy juices from a married whore.Peter walked up to me and shoved his hard cock up my sore cunt, as his filthy girlfriend licked my sore asshole. While the bastard pounded me so hard again, he said that I had.