? You wish my fingers were bigger so I couldfuck you harder in you ass, don?t you???I again shook my head no.? ?Tellme how you like it.? Tell me!?? He...shoved his finger harder into my ass andpulled my hair equally harder.? I was into much pain to argue.I quickly shook my head inagreement.? ?Yeah, I knew you did.?? Then suddenly he pulled out of my ass and letgo of hair and stepped back from me.? Mybowel suddenly felt very empty.? I feltmy ass slowly shrink back close.? Hestared at me but I. I sat down and couldn't help but be speechless on how attractive you are. I somewhat caught you off guard by asking you more personal questions rather than typical interview questions. I clung onto every word that escaped your lips and simply admired everything about you. I decided to actually get back on track and ask you interview questions. "Why should I hire you versus the more experienced people who I interviewed?" You sat up and gave me a bold answer. "I can provide more to you inside and. Mostly she was socially active away from home, but after a while she would bring guys home and fuck them. We could hear it. But she always had them leave before morning.I don’t know if she ever told the boys anything about sex. She told me quite a lot. By the time I was eleven I knew pretty much about not getting pregnant and that kind of stuff. By the time I was twelve I looked pretty ripe so when mom had had a couple of drinks one night she kind of told me there were ways to make guys happy. He didn’t have the deep wrinkles of some of the seasoned officers and only had a touch of gray starting at the temples. Other than that, his wavy black hair was still full and thick. He smiled as he thought how he still wore the same size, while he buttoned his uniform shirt over his flat stomach, on his last day of walking his beat. The last day, he thought. It seemed like only yesterday when he set out on foot to patrol the city streets that first time, twenty-five years ago. It’s a day he.