He was wearing a neat white underwear. I was impressed by the cleanliness and gave full credit to his mother.I asked him to sit on a metal chair which...I found in the room. As he sat down, he watched me take off my panties from my underskirt. I didn’t take off my underskirt as I felt bit shy to take it off so soon in front of an underage kid. My panties was bit drenched from my own juices and I crumbled it and threw it on to bed away from his eye sight. Now I walked towards him and sat on my. I considered lying and saying I knew I was going the speed limit, but that probably wouldn’t work either. Instead, I stared at the wheel and kept my eyes open, trying to get more tears to come.“I clocked you going about eighty in a fifty. That could be a very expensive fine, Miss Hailey,” he said. Something about the way he said my name sound familiar. It couldn’t be. I leaned over again and tried to get a better look at the officer. He shined his light back into my face.“Mr. Chapman? Is that. “That’s right boy,” Tamara purred as she wanked his cock up and down in her curled fist, “make some noise for the people outside to hear. You’re be screaming by the time I’ve finished. You know what I’m going to do to you don’t you?” James flexed his body, “Yes Miss!” Tamara pulled her free hand across his chest, raking his skin with her blood red nails and grasped him around his neck. He breathed hard, his muscles rippling to her touch. “You will do whatever you wish with me Miss. Whatever. If either of those men were interested and motivated, they could, I guess, track my identity down through my license plate. Well, too fucking late to do anything about that. We did not show any recognition to each other, and while I surmised they were also headed to Cathy’s apartment, I truly did not wish to be in error asking if they were headed to the same gangbang I was.One week ago, Cathy had texted me to call her. I found a propitious (i.e., away from my wife) moment to call back. Cathy is.