There was another couple on the bed, some how Bonnie and I in our hurry to fuck had managed to miss these two love birds. They must have been eighteen...or nineteen, he was goofy looking dude and she was a little hottie. They were both pretty revved up from the fucking that they had just watched. The dude asked if I would like to swap girls. Hell yea I would. He pounced on old Bonnie who was so out of it right now and went for the hottie. I don't think he fucked her or if he did he did not fuck. .''helping the closet door open grabbing me by the arm''just get in here sissy boy, i got some warm cum for you''pushed on my knews the door closedlistening to people wait for the elevatordown eyes up to him to keep quiet and suck himmouth going up and down like i was on auto pilot not carring about my boss telling himhis cock tasted so good i never wanted it to stopi was feeling at my placesucking on his big black cock , making him feel good , the janitor helping my little head swing up and. " Of course," she said with a laugh, "but I keep it with me. My bookmark, never in sight but always where I can touch it, just notes, indecipherable I'm sure." Dangerous," I said."Your being here is more dangerous. Go away." Madam gave me three days," I said with an eager smile. "I hope there is something I can do to help you." You mean like hoisting me on that gross petard of yours, eh?" She arched an eyebrow and took such a deep breath that her bosom rose from her violet gown like a pair of. Just when I thought she was about to leave, she firmly said, “You two, stay here – I’ll be back.” As the officer walked away, Tara whispered, “Why does she need come back?” “I don’t know, Sweet Cheeks, but I’m sure we’ll soon find out,” I replied. When Officer Pam returned, she wasn’t wearing any of her police gear: not her bulletproof vest, her holster and ammo-belt, nor did she have her handcuffs or police radio with her. She did however once again start in with the questions, and again.