Get in the car.”Wondering why there was a roadblock in the middle of nowhere, Jim handed his driver’s license to the state trooper. The man looked... at the license and then shouted, “Hey, Pat.Come over here and meet Jimbo!”“Oh, God.”“Is that the guy Cousin Tripp is marrying?” Pat called back.“Yep,” the trooper shouted.“He’s supposed to be protecting Cousin Mike’s girl.”The trooper looked in the limousine for a second and then shouted, “Cousin Mike’s girl is here, too. She’s a pretty one.”Pat. I'm expected to do a patrol once an hour, and the rest ofthe time I'm allowed to sit in the office and just keep my eyes open, soI have plenty of time to listen, to read, or just think,Sometimes, I think I think too much.It was because of all the time I've had to think that I finally realizedI had to do something about my gender issues before they killed me, andso went to a gender doctor to see what I could learn.That led me to telling my bosses I wanted to transition, and that led meto being. “Traveling on your own?”“With my boyfriend,” she replied hesitantly, “he’s gone to Edinburgh for the day, I’ve tried to interest him in history but he’s more into cafes and nightclubs.”He seemed almost relieved and Wendy smiled. Although they had always been soul mates, she had learned over the last six weeks that they were poles apart when it came to traveling. Their trip had started in Rome and meandered on through Europe, before culminating in Scotland and here they had fought for the first. I lay on the bed for quite some time, and once again became soft. "I want my slave to last when I fuck him. So, we will make him cum. We just can't have him cumming before I do." Again, she giggled. This time, she didn't use oral sex to tease me. She got down to business and used her wonderful hands. One of her hands grabbed my balls, and she gently began to caress them. With her other hand, she used a few fingers to dance around the skin of my cock until slowly it began to grow to its full.