Someday, I’m going to be a police officer. My whole life it’s what I’ve wanted to do. Growing up in Haiti, I saw lawlessness and it wasn’t pre...ty. I remember days when angry Haitian men and women armed with machetes marched through the streets of Cap Haitien, my native town. They burned houses. They destroyed vehicles. They rounded up people they considered to be their enemies and beat them senseless. And the whole time, there was nobody around to stop these madmen and madwomen because the cops. As I was part of the review panel I had a reserved seat at the front. In the few minutes before they started, I was introduced to several more of my new colleagues. The room filled up quickly and I got my notebook out.The lights dimmed, and the chief of surgery stood up and said. “Before we start, I’d like to introduce our new college who joins us after an illustrious career in England. Professor Michael Fitzpatrick, a past president of the Royal College of Radiologists.”I stood up to a round. Mmmmm it felt great to be naked and free.i turned round and looked back at the dunes.i could see half a dozen naked men standing watching me,their cocks as hard as mine.some stood there and stroked themselves.i came out the sea and walked back to my towel and lay down on my front.the sun felt great on my back and bum.as i lay there i could here people walking around the dunes around me.i listened for a while then i peered around .there stood four men all wanking and looking at me.i lay on my. There was loads of gay porn which I had never seen in my life before and I knew instantly I loved it, these beautiful boys sucking on smooth hard cocks, men posing with erections, gazing into the camera with a look in their eyes that said they were begging to be fucked. My heartbeat was racing, it was all so overwhelming. Mike picked out a magazine and flicked through it while I panted beside him. At some point I began to realise I was the only woman in the shop. I hadn’t paid much attention to.