So for that I take you to jail."You ain't big or bad enough to take me anywhere," he said."Sweetie, I been fighting rag heads for the last four years ...ff and on, I won't even think twice would putting your ass in the hospital," I did say it with a smile."Then you got it to do." He reached to put me in a bear hug I suppose. I chopped him once in the pit of the stomach and once in the throat. He went down like a tree.I had been a Deputy Sheriff less than a day. I did not want to arrest anyone so. I was very interested in military history and a friend of mine told me his granddad had lots of old history magazines and artefacts like medals, badges and that sort of thing. He said he would be happy to show me them. He lived quite close to me, a couple of bus stops, and one Saturday morning I went round. He was a really friendly guy, about 62 or 63, five foot ten, stocky build and balding with mostly grey hair. He was a widower and lived alone and his house reminded me of my own. I let my head drop forward so my chin was resting on my chest and as thelast of the five strokes hit my back, I started to drool too. Everythingwas running down onto my tits and I no longer looked at the mirrors.Robert was still stroking his cock and I could hear his breathing gettingfaster. I raised my head enough to look at him.He stared back at me he said, "Make you tits swing for me slave, I'm almostthere."I started swinging my tits from side to side for Robert's amusement. Thepain was bad. You see, I've never been that attractedto men my self and well, you see, you're actually more mytype than him. And although you don't have all theequipment that I prefer, I would still like to becomecloser to you."Rachel sat there, not knowing quite what to say. So Jasonhad arranged this. And he was probably upstairs right nowfantasizing about what was going on down here! When Rachelfinally gained the ability to speak again she said, "Well,I think that we could become closer. You're a.