I felt that they were my only friends in the whole town. At least they were the only ones who wanted to know my side of the things that had happened. ...ot one of them felt any sympathy for our Chief of Police.My test results remained clean. Three more months and I might truly be safe. Still, I didn't really dare hope for that.My aunty was surprised when I asked her to arrange a meeting with the spouses of the two policemen who's trial were in the finishing phase. Both of those idiots still did. With that, you drive your cock all the way into my pussy. You are surprised by how tight I am. Excited by this discovery, you proceed to fuck me relentlessly, plowing me with the full length of your cock with every thrust. I loudly cum on your cock over and over again as you slam into me, smacking my ass, pinching my nipples, and pulling my hair. After an unknown amount of time and an unknown amount of my orgasms, you feel yours stirring in your balls. Thrusting into me as deeply as you can,. ..and yet men won't care. They will still treat her withgentleness and kindness and she will feel like the entire world lovesher, when in actuality the men just want to get into her skirt. I oncesaw a television show that documented the world of the supermodel, andthere was this one beautiful woman who was lamenting to her maleassistant how hard it is to be a model, and he agreed enthusiasticallylike she just explained the meaning of life to him. Are you flippingkidding me?!? All they do is. As it often happens, I was not fucking Tasheka. She was fucking me. Two days later an unmarked envelop showed up at my desk at work. Inside was a CD with last 3 fuck sessions I had with Tasheka. There were many photos as well. There was no letter, no address, no demand for money but the message was clear.I immediately left work and headed to the largely black and hispanic neighborhood Tasheka had her studio. The door was wide open. She was sitting on the small couch she owned in a shimmering.