I like my job but don?t like my boss, I don?t like yachts. And as hard as I think about it, I think I never got up in the morning and said to myself ?...ow, I?d love to be in the pacific right now. On a yacht. With Mr. Dakin.? It just never happened.??Are you afraid he might try to use this perfect opportunity to impress you and get you into his bed??, her friend asked amused.?A little?, Scarlett admitted. ?You know, he has a big ego. Big egos are the easiest hurt. If he tries to get into my. At the first opportunity, I retreated to my room. There was no way I wanted to talk about this stuff with a therapist. I could feel the emotions about it bubbling up, so I went back to my nail polish to take my mind off of it. I looked at my fingernails again and confirmed to myself that I did a pretty good job, but I wanted to practice more still. My mind went back and forth on if I should remove the polish and do it again. As I sat on the bed, my socked feet caught my eye, and that gave me an. He inserted a finger deep into my pussy, making me spread my legs wider, signaling that I wanted him to taste me. He made his way down, leaving a trail of licks and kisses, and as he got to my pussy, he looked up at me, smiling that devilish smile he has. Before I knew it, he was eating me out while thrusting his fingers in and out of my pussy. I wanted to come so bad, and as I was about to, he stopped everything. I cried in agony, for I wanted him to taste my juices. He waved his index once. Her cunt grew so tight as I flooded her with futa-cum. Then she moaned into my daughter's cunt.And joined us in rapture.Her pussy massaged my dick.Her cum erupted, pulsing in my hand with every blast of her jizz.I drank in the pleasure racing through my body, that buzzing euphoria. I groaned, loving the fact I was a futa-cop. The bliss burned through my mind. I sucked in breaths, my head growing dizzy with the rapture surging through me.It was amazing.“Oh, Officer Cindy,” moaned Ms. Marcie as I.