It was like a door slamming shut. He opened his eyes. The people crowding him stood silent and motionless. One remained, alien, machine like, pressing...against him. He faced it, hands clenched, knuckles white. He fought it, with his mind pushing against the pressure. It resisted, he pushed harder, and it suddenly folded and was gone. He spun round, the hall burst into a million pieces followed by darkness and silence. Emptiness filled his mind his consciousness swirled round the edge. With an. That was all in the past now. My mom used to say, “Just think of it as water under the bridge that you can’t bring back.”Fortunately for me, My Uncle Joe, my one and only real blood Uncle helped me to get my resume fixed up for the NYPD and I graduated right near the top of my training class and set out on the dirty streets of Spanish Harlem to right the wrongs of the world in my shiny new blue uniform.In a way, I guess I was lucky because it was a time when a cop was still due a lot of respect. He kept murmuring little sounds of pleasure.“What turns you on most?” I asked rather cornily. “Best of all I like being sucked”, he said.To be honest, I hadn’t sucked a guy off before, but sitting there looking at his beautiful cock I just couldn’t resist.I lowered my head to his crotch and took his marvellous cock head between my lips, then into my warm moist mouth. I sucked very gently, and maintaining the suction circled his knob with my tongue and flicked its tip against his frenulum. Then. Her pants and underwear were on a stack of crates to her left. Her ass was so round, onion-shaped, and a pale-golden in colour. Her thighs were chubby, and had small dimples on them just under her cheeks. I knew I was staring but I didn’t give a fuck! I had wanted to see that ass for the longest time…and here it was! “Close the door, dude!” she said grabbing her powder-blue panties off the top of the crates. “Sorry.” I said as I was closing the door and stepping back into the hall. “Don’t.