Quickly I slipped hands under her bottom and clamped my mouth to her pussy, probing into the folds. I heard a sharp intake of breath and felt her hand...s on each side of my head as she tried to lift me away. Previously I would have let her do this and slid my shaft, willingly, into her. However, she was trapped ! I continued lapping, probing with my tongue and, very, very, gently, nipping at her clitoris which was still a little swollen from last night. Her hands relaxed and I started to hear. 99 which made my son very happy he kiss me on the cheek and said “can’t wait till my clothes and wig and dildo get here” and he left room and to his room and I said to myself {did just talk in a woman’s voice and made me spend $300 on him no he wouldn’t do that would he} 2 days later the clothes and wig and dildo and anal lube and condoms turned up at our house when I was about to live for work, my wife and son have gone to work and school and I just put the things in my son room closed his. When I was young I had the same gung-ho desire as she did, but that faded along with my hair color. I had reached the big Five-O in August and I was now a twenty-eight-year hardened veteran, third generation cop. My attitude had been cultivated by many years of dealing with criminals, scum bags, and losers. In a nut shell, I just didn’t give a damn anymore. I wasn’t looking for a relationship and was openly unhappy about being assigned a female partner; I had my reasons. The first woman I had. Macro had an uneasy feeling about it. It was common that noblemen left the city with their entourage to live at their country homes or to visit kin. But it seemed like they were all gone. That would bear some attention he decided.While he was mulling this issue, a visitor was announced. "Elias, the trader, to see you, Vice-regent!" one of the scribes reported.Curiously, Macro bade him enter. Elias the slave trader was not a frequent visitor. While the other slavers had frequent business at the.