But suddenly, with my intake of breath, I recognized another familiar smell. Something similar to sweat and cologne, a smell I’d know anywhere. Just...as the officer began to feel my small, outstretched arms, I whispered, ‘Carson?’ The officer’s hands stopped cold and tightened on my shoulders. I knew I was right. I raised my head and looked for a street sign, anything to let me know where I was located. I wasn’t sure but I think I was in a borough of the city where my husband’s best friend. OK that's the intro. Next will be one of the things I did for him. This story took place at the Sears store. First let me give you an idea how he came up with this one. I broke two finger trying to catch a heavy door before it closed. I had a splint on my fingers which makes it hard to do stuff, like get dressed. He came up with this idea. I was told to go to a clothing store. Pick out a dress that zipped up the back. To find one of those changing rooms. Put the dress on, but don't zip the. Her technique was unique. She would work on his huge nuts that hung low between his hairy legs. She would suck on them, then lick her way up his 8 plus inch cock, circle his big mushroom helmet, then drop her mouth down as far as she could on the shaft. It was about that time for me to bury my cock into her sweet snatch. I moved up behind her ass and began to rub my dick up and down her lips. In one swift motion, I slide all the way in like a hot knife through butter. The fuck fest continued. Not until he had taken that fucking whore as his slave. She had awakened a desire within him that he hated but couldn't resist. He was convinced she was a witch and he was determined to punish her. As he looked upon this tiny thing he was filled with a mixture of lust and anger. Catherine was whispering into his ear how she had broken it in while she rubbed his cock through his pants. When she was finished he called for the other slave. "I hear you had a good time today." Tommy said as petted.