“Give me a hug,” Ryan said. “Are you gonna kick us out?” I asked. “No,” Ryan replied. Then I hugged him tightly, I still had a few tears o... my face though. But he couldn't take it anymore. “OK go wipe those tears off your face. I hate it when you two do that. Tell me what you gotta tell me about this,” Ryan said. Then I got up and got a tissue. I wiped off my tears for a few seconds. After that I sat down with Steve and held his hand “So you two really are together?” Ryan asked. “Yes dad,” I. I thought that he might have awakened from his drunken slumber and went for a walk to clear his head.Kara led me to the small bed, then she left. I laid there and thought about how the Chief took me over and over, using me like a fuck-doll, and I responded like a slut. His slut. He had fucked me so thoroughly that even thinking about it made me horny again. My pussy was sore, but it was that delicious soreness that followed a heavy night of sex.Being a white woman, I had often wondered what it. His only other means of transportation was the old motorbike in the garage that had the sidecar attached to it like some World War II relic of a bygone era. He put the googles and the helmet on the girl and then pressed the button that raised the garage door.The light that streamed in strained his eyes at first and then he saw the two coppers standing right outside with a back-up of at least another half-dozen uniformed constables. The driveway was blocked by the two police vans and his route. Taylor took his hand and received a look and a “Ciao Bella” that would make a hooker blush!Dinner that night was fabulous, and Taylor seemed to enjoy all the attention of the team and Roberto and his staff. I think each one hoped to be the one to escort Taylor to her room and beyond!Considering the wine and grappa we enjoyed during dinner and dessert, as well as an aperitif after, we walked back to the hotel. Taylor stumbled in her heels on the cobblestone streets. Four or five men reached to.