"Sergeant! I need assistance! Repeat I need assistance!"Andrew screamed into the radio."What's up son?" came Jameson's urgent enquiry."It's Alan Manle...y, he's gone fucking psycho. He tried totake my head off with an axe...he's done a good job on the car too." Are we talking about the same Alan Manley?" Yes, Sergeant" Andrew shouted as he put the car into firstgear and turned in the entrance to a cul-de-sac. "He's gonefucking loopy." Is he a danger to others?" Sergeant Jameson asked."Too fucking,. She licked and teased his throbbing purple head, slowly swirling her tongue further down his shaft. She worked her tongue as to completely coat his cock with her saliva so that her hand could comfortably start stroking. Tongue and hand worked in unison, moving up and down his length. Her other hand was enjoying the growing wetness between her legs. She rubbed her fingers up and down her slit until they were completely covered in her own juices. She reluctantly removed her soaking hand from her. That’s not the way the threesome came about though, as much as she wanted it to. We were walking through the Marmaris market one day looking into the local as well as the tourist shops when we came upon a leather shop with a beautiful man’s jacket in the window and the price I worked out was about a quarter it would have been at home. We looked at it for a while and talked about whether I should buy it when the usual happened. The salesman inside spotted us and came out and asked us in. We. So after school he had me meet with him, Mr Davis—he’s the drama teacher—two staff governors, and the school solicitor, to tell me about what I should do about contacts with those people, even before I left school, ‘cuz there even were several loitering about the building waiting for me to go out.“They told me not to talk to anyone and definitely not sign anything without a solicitor present and if you want to talk to someone about it, Mr Davis knows lots about the entertainment industry and I.