I obviously can't infiltrate the ranks but you, love, you can. You're so damned beautiful, you make my cock turn cartwheels every time I see you." You...re supposed to be the cop, not the lecher," she reminded him. "Do one thing at a time."She felt his hand working its way up under her skirt. She started to push it away, then stopped. What harm would it do? Nobody was paying any attention to them. The small sidewalk cafe was crowded but all the people were busy minding their own business."So this. Whenever I was in a public bathroom I curiously checked the stalls for a gloryhole, but never found one. The stories I read seemed unrealistic, and I couldn’t imagine stuff like that actually happened in real life. The ideal situation I thought of was finding a well hung stranger in some isolated place, where I ended up on my knees hungrily sucking him off, and eventually being leaned up against a wall or bent over doggy style to take his thick cock up my ass. I felt like such a slut. I contacted my attorney and he said that my wife had called and asked him if he would represent her. She needed his help. He told her that I was one of his best friends and would probably be my attorney in this case. I thanked him and started in on the whole God damn story. It hurt to think about it, let alone talk about it. I’m glad Roger, my attorney, was my friend. It made it a lot easier to talk to him rather than some stranger. He told me he wasn’t at all worried about the abuse charge.. .Fir voh utha, usne lights off ki aur fir aake muje dheere se bed pe lita diya..Maine shirt pehni hui thi aur voh dheere dheere karke mere shirt k buttons kholne laga..Saare buttons kholne k baad usne muje thoda uthaya aur meri shirt puri nikal di aur peeche se meri bra ka hook bhi khol diya aur meri bra bhi puri nikal di..Voh mere boobs ko dekhta raha..Aur fir ek boob apne muh mein leke chusne laga aur dusre hath se dusre boob ko dabane laga..Muje bhot maza aa raha tha..Maine bhi uski shirt k.