Damn I can hardly wait until we get out of here and hear what Josie puts him through.I walked out with a smile and saw Ms. Sue on the phone. I wiped t...he smile off and stood by her desk.“Jody, how did it go? I know these things can be very hard on young people. I hope you’re not filled with hate and anger over this.”I looked at her and started crying. Damn, I’m good at this shit too.“Come here, Hon,” she said as she pushed her chair back and opened her arms. I rushed around her desk and knelt in. ”“I know, but, but – ”“You’re a cop, you were there, you did what you had to do.”Cindy gulped, looking over Bea’s large breasts, flat tummy.Bea ran her hand through Cindy’s hair, “Don’t be afraid.”Cindy nodded, looking up at her. Bea smiled, leaned down, grabbing the bottom of Cindy’s t-shirt, pulling it up. Cindy took a deep breath and went with it, her arms in the air raised above her head.Bea dropped the t-shirt and slowly straddled Cindy. She stared in her face, caressing it lovingly. . I kept my head tucked low and slithered up to my special spot overlooking the last of the beach. Sometimes you can see a big ship way out. Sometime there's tippy little sailboats close in.I was really surprised to see the people, four of them, two men and two women, but they weren't grouped that way. One man and one woman were standing just on the edge of the surf, letting it rock over their ankles, and the other man and the other woman were sitting just under me, maybe about twenty feet down.. "What else did yourpitiful pieceof white shit have to spank to feel good and dream about her black Goddess,tell me or I'll beat you from head to toe and invite some friends to watch,tell me cunt." She pulled harder on my hair tillmy face was against hers. "My pussy and titties, Mistress." What did you use cunt, your hand, apaddle?" she continue to pull on myhair." I had a narrow wooden back scratcher,sometimes a wooden spoon, a belt." >> She grabbed my pussy in her hand and squeezed it.