When I woke up I was fresh. I took a bath and went out. I came back at about 9 and had my two pegs of whiskey as usual and went to the dining room for...dinner.Mother was ready with dinner as usual. She was bathed and in a fresh saree. We both remembered the afternoon of passionate fucking, but said nothing. I had dinner, mother also had dinner after me, and I went to my bedroom and slept. I masturbated as usual before sleep. I went to sleep.I don’t know why, but I woke up at 4 in the morning. I. I slide a finger deep inside my hole and start working it, in and out, round and round, getting wetter with every stroke. ‘Can I touch your cock please?’ I asked.‘You’re desperate aren’t you, a dirty little slag so horny she offers herself up to strangers.’ ‘I am desperate, desperate for your big cock.’ I moaned.‘You like black cocks? Little white sluts like you always like big black cocks.’‘I love them, please let me touch yours.’He puts his knees either side of me, so his cock is near my. But I had a death grip on the doorknob.He was pushing the door open; I was pulling it shut, while the Hound of the Baskervilles was going into attack mode, apparently planning to rip someone's lungs out.I did the only thing I could think of. I attacked the dog. I ran screaming directly at the German Shepard. It was apparently the last thing the dog expected. It turned around and ran like hell. I thought my heart was going to stop.The cop and I composed ourselves for a minute or two, then the. ”“Mmm, you keep growing in me like this you’re never going to get to work,” she muses. “Oh, I wish there was a way to just keep you inside me.”“Then that would be boring, love,” he chuckles. “You wouldn’t have anything to look forward to and you wouldn’t be so excited every time I see you.” He leans down latching onto a nipple and biting it gently. He feels her hot juices again and is satisfied that he took her to orgasm yet again. But now it is time for him to get to work. Reluctantly he slips.