Cindy had watched the strong policeman guzzle down the cool drink of water, and now helpfully extended her hand to take the empty glass. As she turned...around, and bent over to place it on the coffee table, Officer Hindenbaum stared into the girls puffy pink slit, still coated with semen from the senile old man.With a loud grunt, he came to his feet, and pulled his muscular thick cock from the fly of his uniform pants. Then, he grabbed the girls slender waist, and pressed his erection against. Another exam and the same beauty came in to the room. After the normal check list of questions for me she asked if I might have a little extra time to participate in a research study as I was in the target age group. The study was to see if a prostate massage might be a better way to provide erections than medicine, you know the little blue pill (there must have been an entry in the notes from before about my reaction). After qualifying me she did explain the methodology that was to be used.. . after taxes... monthly... convert to rupees. That would be five hundred and thirty thousand rupees a month." What?" That doesn't mean you're rich, since your expenses will also be high. But you could send your aunt and uncle less than five percent of your income, and still double theirs. And your income could double in the first ten years. And in the U.S., quants make even more."Manjula was speechless. She had been looking forward to earning a doctor's salary of sixty thousand rupees a month,. I change the rocking of my hips to making a wide circle, pressing my cock against her mound. Her head falls back, her passion-laden eyes staring up at my face. I lower my head to brush soft kisses over her lips. Her head follows mine when I pull away, trying to capture my lips. It's all about the tease. The music changes, getting more aggressive. Our tempo picks up with the change in music. Our breath is coming faster, harsher. The music changes again, we've drifted towards the wall. I push her.