Not so much asking, as a sudden pull out and telling me to turn around. I had to laugh at the austerity of his voice and seriousness of his expression.... Realizing his abruptness he said ‘Please?’ Then he muttered waiting impatiently. ‘Don’t your knees hurt?’ ‘Yes sir!’ I replied with a mocking seriousness I couldn’t muster. I flipped over onto my back and watched as his face softened a little when he hovered over me. His cock was glistening with my wetness and now pressed against my pussy. Treat her with respect, am I clear?” I release him from his paralysis and let go of his ‘intimidation’ switch, and smile as he turns fear filled eyes to me. He quickly nods, and turns back to the front, as we pull out of the parking lot.Gina is left in the lobby as I’m taken back to a different officer’s desk. I half expected to be taken to an interrogation room, but won’t complain that I’m not.I’m not waiting long, before a large brutish looking woman sits across from me, and glares for a. I hadn’t seen Jasmine or Claire for many years. I vaguely recalled that shortly after I left home to find work the other side of the country, Jazz had married – a showman, I understood – in a travelling circus. Every few weeks, the whole kit and caboodle would move on, a convoy of trucks loaded with dismantled rides – dodgems, waltzers, chairoplanes, and so on – and towing the big caravans in which the circus staff, including Jazz and her husband, lived.A consequence of this peripatetic. I wanted to talk to you face-to-face and clear up some things," she said as she sat down."What is it? I have been sending my child support checks on time and I have called the children once a week without fail," I said."Just wanted to talk. How have you been? Have you been enjoying your exciting bachelorhood[this is not really a typical American word from what seems to be a sort of middle class family]?" She looked around. "This does not seem to be a bachelor's apartment. This place has a.