The cop removed the cuffs, then followed Angie to the bathroom, where he stood in the doorway and watched her sit on the toilet to pee. Then he stood ...behind her and watched her reflection in the mirror as she washed the gobs of white, slimy spunk from her chin and breasts. About half way through, he couldn’t help himself.…he had to reach out and fondle her tits, as she stood in front of the mirror trying to clean herself up.When she was done in the bathroom, he allowed her to put on a. The fact that she was making others happy didn’t quite register.Not until that day. She’d been invited here by a long-time partner, one who always seemed to know her better than she knew herself. That’s how she liked her partners, usually: smarter than her, controlling, completely dominant, and a touch sadistic. She liked feeling small. Tiny. Incompetent. But he was something else, too: he was sweet. Kind. Dominant and strict, sure, but gentle when it mattered. Had she been the type to commit. He didn't have any hair around his ass. I pushed the tip in and he moaned. I just kept going, just like he hadI've never fucked anyone so tight, Looking down at his butt, it looked like a womanI knew I wasn't going to last long/ I got hard and big right awayHe groaned as I quickly fucked his tiny butt and I exploded in him. I cold feel my dick throbbing after I emptiedI almost collapsed on the ground as I pulled out. He helped me to the showerWe relaxed in teh steam afterWe still had 30 minutes. "Andrew Carter's face broke out in a boyish grin, "Yeah! No bullet can get through all that blubber!"Cpl. Louis LeBeau still protested, "Why me!?! Why is it always me!?!"From the bunk bed he was lying sideways on, reading, a corporal with a British accent said, "It's because you're small! It's always because you're small. You make the hardest target to hit." [He was in a blue coat and pants with a lighter blue turtleneck.]LeBeau started muttering in French, while Carter moved to hold up a.