The place is Boston, Massachusetts. The man is yours truly, Kurt Linwood. And by the time I’m done with this story, you suckers will definitely reme...ber the name. By day, I am a patrol officer with the Boston Police Department. By night, I’m something else entirely. I am performing voluntary community service by taking out the trash, folks. Someone’s got to do it. Right now, I’m at the O’Shea Tavern, a working-class Irish bar located in Boston’s South End. I’ve been going there for years. Lots. And then I want you to wrap that end of the belt around your hand and let me have it. Don't hold back, you know I like to feel that leather biting my ass hard enough to take my breath away, you know my pride makes me itch if I think I can't take everything you've got in you. Use your free hand to hold my head down by the back of my neck. Make sure you administer a few hard smacks to that little dip where my ass cheeks meet the backs of my thighs, so that the heat of the leather can warm my. I stood and began to undress. “I thought end of August or early September,” I said as I completed the manoeuvre by pushing down my briefs.“Oh, yes!” she sighed, gazing at me, her glance roving from my feet where the briefs had fallen, slowly over my body. As her eyes fastened on my erect cock and then continued to appraise my stomach and chest, she licked her lips lasciviously and looked into my eyes smouldering with desire. I groaned, and she smiled with satisfaction.“Yes,” she said. “That’ll. I moaned and looked up at her. Her eyes were heavy lidded as she looked down at me with an angelic smile. She was stroking her other breast and I noticed a tiny drop of almost clear liquid at its tip that she caught with a finger. She brought the drop to her lips and sucked it in between her own lips while staring at me sucking on her other tit. It was so damn erotic I nearly forgot to breathe!!! "Mmmm, I do taste so fucking good don't I Bryan?" she said with a far off look in her eyes. I just.