"I've never been cruel before. It felt good soI did it. It made me feel so powerful and hot to destroy your chanceswith Abby and lie. I enjoyed being..... being... ohhhh yes... being abitch." She looked almost orgasmic as she shivered in pleasure again.Then suddenly her whole demeanour shifted. It was as if she realised shewas revealing too much of herself and a guarded expression came over herface. She quickly shifted gear again and looked deep into my eyes withher sexy blue gaze. Now she looked. She would suck tightly and then let it go, following it by licking up and down the shaft. I was getting close to cumming with her magical mouth. I pulled her away and sat her up on the trunk of the patrol car. She hiked up her skirt and I found she had no panties on. I found that she was shaved as clean as a whistle. I began to eat her as if my life depended on it. I nibbled and sucked at her lips and clit. I used my tongue and basically fucked her with it, shoving it in and out of her. As I was drying myself off,the phone rang.It was John.I answered the phone,and all he said was, put on the pair of satin shorts,a tee shirt and flip flops,and get down to the book store.I tried to explain to him how tired I was,but before I could, he said now, and hung up.I finished drying off, puton my shorts,tee shirt and flipflops, when I realized,my toes were still painted.Oh hell, it's only a few blocks, and I would be in the car.The big mistake I made,was to lay down for a few minutes.I. Sometimes it felt like she had me running around for nothing. Making me check things that I had done right and complain that I wasn't concentrating on my job.One late evening she had me run down already multiple times. Finally she was reading through the papers, leaning over showing her big breasts in a tight spaghetti strap tank top. That top was working harder than I ever was trying to contain her tits as I was watching them.I felt I had a hard-on and then I realized she was not wearing a.