Her brother was a drug addict who overdosed on something that he was concocting in a lab at school. Madison had been married twice. The first time was... to a college professor at least 20 years her senior. That had ended in a messy divorce when she found him in bed with a male student her own age. Fortunately, she was not the sort of person to dwell on failure and just moved on to bigger and better things in the business world.Her second husband was a commercial airline pilot and he looked a bit. No subtlety, just power and depth.Okay, power and depth are good. He wants hard, I'll give him hard. I rocked my hips in sync with his thrusting, slamming into him hard with every push.He grabbed my ankles and pressed them up beside my face, straightening my legs and pressing my knees tighter against my ribs. Being stretched that tight not only gave me another deep surge of arousal, but also made me more determined to give him more than he expected. This position made it harder to match his. ” Not a man usually at a loss for words, I was at a loss for words. “I like you” Jennifer said. “and I want you. I do want you to take me out again, but first we need to settle on a little... arrangement.” “Um, sure? I.... Oh Gosh, Jennifer....” She had climbed onto my lap. Thighs straddling mine. Tits at face level. This was getting serious. “First off, in private you will call me mistress.” She was grinding her pussy into my lap. “And you will do as I say without question. In fact, you will. Now and then a black patrol officer or a paramedic would come in with his white partner, but black cops or medics sitting alone were few and far between.I had no idea why, because if anyone of any race or gender got treated badly there would be hell to pay. If the other patrons didn't stop it, Helen would have everyone's ass. It was pretty clear to everyone that the Sit Down was open just for the cops, firemen, and medical people of the town. If they fucked it up, Helen would close it.She could.