"But it's only been four months. Barely enough time for my liver to recover from the wedding." I took a sip of my drink. Tabasco sauce, lime juice, tr...ple sec, and tequila - specialty of the house."I've been telling you guys we should do Mardi Gras for years," said Bart. "It's a blast. People drinking, flashing, dancing, having a wild time -what's not to like? And besides, it's right between Chicago and Miami, perfect place to meet." Leave it to you to pick the world's largest fraternity party. She started moaning slowly. I started sucking her boobs. I took her whole big melon into my mouth.Sucked it like an air compressor and let it like that. I was doing that on both sides. Then I started pressing them with my hands again. I was squeezing them like anything. Then I started to play with her nipples. I bit her nipple with my teeth and started tingle the tip with my tongue.She was responding very well. Her moans and sounds were making me hornier.My dick was rock hard by then. She felt. I then started to duck him real good and Tom grabbed the back of my head and started to force feed me. I got about 3/4 of his 7.5 inch cock down my throat, but that last bit was too much. I couldn’t go any further and he knew it, so he didn’t push, thank god. He just held me there and pulled out and put it back in. at first he started out slow, then picked up the pace a bit, causing spit to run down my throat, out of my mouth, and onto the floor. I was in pure ecstasy. Having this guy force. He was in constant communications with the other three officers from the Nevada Department of Youth Intervention, a state organization that was charged with investigating and preventing child abuse—especially in the mostly-privatized school system. Corporal Culp had notified Officer Hardy that she was going to investigate the "sweat shops" as DYI termed any place where children worked for pay. Hardy looked around the room with wry grin thinking that children were worked a lot harder without.