“I’ll meet you out here in 10.”After I shower, I head straight for the SUV. I open the door and, there is a package sitting on the seat. Picking...it up, I notice there is no address or postage. Paul says, “Get in. We need to head to the police station.”“I take it that is from the Unabomber?”“Yes, and I already scanned it for a bomb and whatnot.”“Were we able to track him?”“Yes. Our cover was almost blown, but the UAV got there in time, and our guys split off. It doesn’t appear that he knows he. So, as requested, I started pleasing him. After a few minutes he told "wait a second", moved towards the edge of the couch, lifted his legs, spread his buttcheeks and told me "come on, lick my ass hole. Eat it good", I stared at him for a second and he said "I'm paying for this, do as I say". I said "yes, sorry" and started rimming him like there was no tomorrow. I was hard as steel. I rimmed him, took his balls in my mouth, and continued sucking his cock that was already dripping precum. When. "Eddie is going to use you until you bore him, then you are going to be just one of us girls; a common prostitute hawking your pretty arse for Eddie; making him money and occasionally making him come." She sneered at me."Just get used to it; learn to like it!" Learn to like it!" I scoffed."Learn to like being dressed as woman and used by these poofters in this jail; you're fucking joking! I hurled at her.Then I felt an enormous slap across my backside; the pain was excruciating."Oh god!" I. “Well, they are three years old now dad—and I am a jock—I just fuckin stink. And speaking of jocks—this one seems to be getting a bit tight—I'll be rite back. I go to my room, and peeling out of my sweats, and then the jock, toss it to the floor of the closet. Putting the sweats back on, which were a bit snug as well, I return to the living room, shirtless and barefoot. I go for another beer, and bring dad one as well, and plop down on the couch, placing my big sz 13 feet up on the arm rest,.