**It they don’t bother you enough to do that, good on ya.I sat in the parking lot worrying about The Judge and Louise. I also listened to their entr...nce into the Lucky Seven Lounge. Since it was the middle of the day, the Lucky Seven was mostly empty.“So how does it feel to be the only white people in the place,” The Judge asked Louise.“Frankly I feel a lot like the last bar-be-qued rib on the plate,” she said. “Don’t worry Judge we are under Martin Abrams protection. And there aren’t many. He said he was going to write me a warning ticket.Since I kind of knew him, I asked him if there was anything I could do tomake him forget about the ticket. With a sly grin on his face, he asked mewhat I had in mind. I told him to follow me.Well, we pulled into my apartment complex parking lot, and parked. I toldhim to come upstairs and since he was off-duty, I'd give him a beer. Whenwe were inside, he unbuttoned a few buttons on his tight shirt. We downed acouple beers, and he asked me. She crawled across and lay rear end up over my thighs. "You do not dismiss yourself, so no, you will not change the sheets, at least not until morning, in fact you may wind up soiling them even more. You will receive an open handed spanking of not less than thirty swats, you will then flip over onto your back and spread your legs and give me the best sex we have had since our marriage night or you will get thirty more."She was lubricating so freely now my thighs were slick with her fluids.. He had been so brutal my mouth ached my throat was sore and the only saving grace of it all was how warm his load had felt shooting down my throat some what easing the burning from that brutal face fuck. Yet my whole being was excited and wanted more of him in any way he wanted to give it to me. I had officially for the first time in my life really become that little cross dressing man whore I had always dreamed of becoming. Taking his huge cock like a pro savoring every last drop of his seed.