He liked what he saw, the body did not match her age she looked much younger. The small but firm breasts looked so smooth in the picture he wanted to ...touch and kiss them. He pulled down his pants to take a picture but was embarrassed at the result, but he still sent the picture and apologised. The first line had been crossed.Things moved quicker. The pictures became more frequent and adventurous as more and more body was exposed. The chats and texts also became more frequent and daring with. His hands reach behind my head and remove the gag, then the beaded sound is inserted back into my urethra."Your eyes are filled with shame, and your cheeks are flushed my beautiful slut. I love seeing you like this."The urethra sound starts vibrating again. With short, sharp slaps, he repeatedly spanks my backside until I'm sure it's glowing with pain. I groan as I pull within my restraints, confused by how much I'm enjoying this level of control he has over me as he claims my body inside and. She said that she would do anything because her husband would be so angry with her getting another ticket.He told her that was good to hear. He took his hands and began feeling her breasts again and focused on her nipples, again it felt so good she let out another moan. The cop took his hand and unbuckled the trench coat and slipped his hands down to her hot wet pussy and jammed his fingers in as deep as they would go. She started bucking and squirming because it felt so good.He told her to be. ” I said coolly, looking down at her ring and then motioning to the guy in the corner, who was now staring at us intently.“You’re good. Really close.” She replied, impressed.“So, you are looking for trouble. Question is what kind?” I asked.“That depends, what kind of trouble are you?” She replied smoothly.“Sweetie...” I started.“Rochelle.” She cut me off.“Rochelle, I’m all sorts of trouble. I’m not frat boy, bad boy, ‘I’m angry at my parents for not buying me a new convertible’ trouble. I don’t.