"Have you been drinking tonight sir?" the cop asked, skimming Jason's license and the car registration."Uh ... no. I haven't done any drinking officer..."This could go either way now: he really hadn't done any drinking, so passing a breathalyzer test would be easy, but that thereby made him more responsible for any mistakes he might have made, and those mistakes could cost him."Well you were swerving across the road pretty erratically tonight, care to explain?" Sorry about that officer, I fell. Cathy had spent nearly two hours getting her dressed and her hair done up just right to the point of perfection. I had to take her to none other that my country club for dinner and dancing. If you'll remember; the club was a medieval themed restaurant where we were met by a Matre d' dressed as an English squire. I introduced her as Princess Christine of the house of Thomas to be treated as the royalty she truly was. The entrance to the dining room was flanked by two knights in shining armor. As I got off, the rickshaw driver was staring at me from the mirror. The old guy motioned me to follow him. It was a couple minutes’ walk inside what looked like old, government colony style society. We entered the building and in the lift. As the lift moved, he took my hand and placed it on his crotch.I could feel the already hard cock in his trousers. It seemed like a nice one. We entered his place, and he motioned me to stay in the living room and keep quiet. He kept his bag on the chair and. She squealed as it found the tight blossom of her asshole, but Andy held her cheeks apart and began tonguing the snug little brownie.His chin spread her cheeks as the tip of his tongue stabbed rapidly, again and again, in hot, wet darts that attacked her resisting muscle. After a while, she began to moan and whimper steadily, for the thrills he was causing had caught up to the fading sensations of her climax, and were keeping them alive, fanning the flames of her passion mercilessly."You're.