. So I just have to deal with it being a reality. Still there is someone at her work that either has her interest big time or is actually tapping that...pussy as well. Its hard doing any investigation work with her work so far, and I probably wont like what I find out so I more than likely wont be doing anything but confronting her on this… Although we know honesty has never been one of her best traits.To be continued….Thursday November 29th He called last Thursday and told her he would be back. Quickly enough, but without rush, my tongue lured him between my lips, and into my mouth. I felt him squirm and tense with anticipation, as he grasped my hair away from my face. The soft pull worked in sync with the rhythm of our bodies. The soft pull got stronger when he tensed harder, the squirming turning to trembling. I savored the hot gush in my mouth briefly before I pushed him further into my throat and let him enjoy the sensation of the contraction called swallowing. I swirled my tongue. When she got back in, the show was repeated, and I thought I would about burst at the sight of the flash of her thighs. I kept the towel in place in my lap, hoping she wouldn’t see the tent in my shorts.It was a thirty minute drive to my house, and we chatted along as we went. I finally broke down and asked her how the mom of a fifteen year old could be so young, I would guess about thirty. She explained that she had married Buddy’s dad after his mother had died three years ago, and was “a. "Open wide, cunts," the one dyke cop says to Amy Sue. "You're fuckin slaves now. Lesbonian law allows any free woman to fuck any slave at any time, any place, and any where she wants. We want to fuck your asses right now before you get branded as slaves." That's right," the second dyke cop says into my ear. "You're scheduled to get the 'S' branded onto your cunts very soon. Then, once you go before the Judge, she will think that you're both escaped slaves. After all, we cops are never wrong. I.