She walked up to him and grabbed his hair so he could face him."Silly Slave. For years you talk to me on the net and talked about this wasyour fantasy...and the moment I give you just a little pain you cry like a baby"She said"I so..SLAPPED"Did I say you could talk"I..SLAPPED"Did I say you could talk?"He shook his head"Good as I was saying. The moment that I give a little pain you cry like alittle baby. Then you also told me on the net on how you with fuck me with bigblack cock of yours but then. Something was adjusting in me, resetting things. It wasn’t just about the sex; that was always good. It was something about the way things had occurred today.I’d chatted with a man I’d never met online. I know I orgasmed a couple of times and he said he had as well. It got me so hot. I’d taken the initiative and texted these two fuck buddies and they’d promptly responded. They came for me, and whether they appreciated it or not, I orgasmed when they did. Intensely.I realized I had initiated. We’ve gone through that scenario repeatedly, what with all the media attention in this area. We don’t want to be the next Ferguson, Baltimore, Cleveland, or Madison. There’s a lot of talk around the force about doing away with our deadly bullets, and changing to some other armament that temporarily incapacitates. We’d use a Taser, but that opportunity is not always there to allow that device. Personally, I think we need to do more training on interpersonal skills in calming confrontational. . that I had a night of sex planned with the help of a potion. Shit, the potion, I thought. I forgot about that. It's doing it to me again. I gotta leave. I can't feel this way in front of Mike. Oh god, he is so handsome. My stare burned into the blanket where his cock would be -- wishing I had x-ray vision. Is he hard? I thought. His cock is so close and I know he's naked. Was he jerking off? I gotta know or I'll die.Looking back to my son's face, I asked, "What were you doing when I came.