Well except that they were really quite handsome. Unlike the old Sheriff's Deputies, none of the patrolmen had big bellies or bald heads. Well some of...them wore their hair shaved off so I couldn't tell if they were naturally bald or not. But for the most part they were more fit than the old sheriff's system.I walked out the door with the feeling that I was being watched and possibly talked about by the motor patrolmen. I continued on to the truck with the hair standing up on my neck. You know,. But John had seen that spot on my soul that still enjoyed what was happening. He knew that if it was teased right, it could take over. I found I could enjoy many aspects of the situation.The draw of the 'secret' power I had over Suze was strong. I could stop things if I wanted. My voyeurism was being sated via John's videos. That night I got to actually see Suze in action at the bookstore and strip club was a bonus beyond the videos. Our sex life had improved, as well. We were having sex more. All the bestest, mostest virile, super-hunks of all time have sported resplendent examples of facial hair on their upper lip. Think Adolf, or Josef, or Fidel, or Mouammar, or Saddam, or Vladamir or Che or Osama; all moustachioed super-hunks. Grow yourself a handlebar, a horseshoe, a chevron and in no time at all her perky cheerleaderness will dissolve into a pool of gooey cunt-juiced expectation and will be flicking up her skirting and ogling your trouser snake with barely a thought to. He handed over a condom to me and I started inserting my dick inside his ass and started stroking him slowly first and increased my speed. His ass was wet just like a girl’s pussy. He started moaning like a girl and I was feeling like I am fucking a girl. I fucked him in missionary, sleeping over him, kissing him and he responded just like a girl.Then he came over me and started humping me like a cowgirl, oh he was very good at it. His movement was so horny, he made sounds, made horny faces,.