At first it was the idea of having a woman as my sexual slave, to use as I wished and to turn into a total slut that would thrill me. A woman who woul... wear what I wanted, showing off her breasts or ass as I directed that thrilled me. I loved the idea of a woman that would fuck anyone, anytime, without caring who saw or what they thought. I began to fantasize about Debbie being like that. I dreamed of seeing her wearing micro-mini skirts, very low cut tops, no underwear and going out in public.. Sara looked up still playing with her tits and began to share with her daughter that she was a very sexual woman from her teens to today. An older friend of the family, who even now gets a blowjob ever once in a while, had fucked her the first time when se was 15. She explained that she had a strong desire for sex all her life and that she had done some things that she was not proud of to fulfill her need for cock. I asked her to explain and she hesitated and for the first time I reached. ” I reached up and tapped the rank badge. “Say what you want. I earned this. One of the proudest days of my life was when I pinned on these bars. My money had nothing to do with them.” I then tapped my qualification badges. “Same with these. Bullets can’t tell how much money you have. No matter how much money I will ever have, or how much crap I take from people, I can stand in front of a mirror and honestly say, ‘I earned this.’ That’s something I will always be able to say.” Then I grinned. I smiled at him again. This time, hesitantly, he smiled back, and then turned for the second time back to the window. He hadn't noticed anything after all.Leaning forward casually, I slipped Dave's flaccid cock back into his pants and zipped up his trousers. I'm not sure why, perhaps it was the aftermath of my unfulfilled desire, but as I clasped Dave's button back into place, I glanced across the car, allowing my gaze to fall on Geoff's crotch. I couldn't be sure, it was dark and he was.