A mob of cadets was slowly organising itself into a semblance of order and once they had formed up, Sergeant Rutter marched them off to the parade squ...are. A small group of officers waited for them, huddled against the cold. They straightened visibly as the cadets marched on and formed up to their front.It soon became clear to the cadets that this break with normal routine signalled something momentous. The officers were now holding a hurried conference, sheaves of paper were being consulted and. If she get worse it’s the cops and sirens. You do understand don’t you?” I asked.“Who the fuck you think you are talking to?” he asked.Deacon Bitch slapped him. “You have someone higher up in the company up call Sal Fravlette in Camden N. J. Ask him if fucking with Deacon Andrews is a good idea. We are giving you a chance to avoid a police confrontation, but you do what you want. The other alternative is we have a gunfight in your casino. Keith here would prefer that one I expect.”I flashed my. And wouldn't I like to see how that black meat looked sliding between her pale pussy lips.Abruptly the hot talk stopped. She still fucked when I instigated it but didn't seem as excited. What was going on? My questions went nowhere. A couple of days later I asked a neighbor if she'd seen anything unusual. Yes, indeed. A big black guy was recently stopping by the house every day before the kids got home from school. He'd be there about a half hour each time.That night when we were in bed I asked. She looked out at me and blew me a kiss, then shut the blinds.I stood there for a few minutes both dumbfounded and waiting for the blinds to maybe reopen but they didn't. I walked back to the house and was soon laying on my back, naked, wanking my cock, wishing that it was me she was fucking.Monday morning she rang. "Did you like the show?" she asked. "Yes, I loved it," I replied, "but why?" "Come over for coffee and I'll show you," was all she said. I ran into the shower, shaved, cleaned my.