"Who is it?" The police. Open up at once!" I barked, in the most authoritative German I could manage. It did the trick. Working girls know better than... to rile the police, and the bolt and chain rattled as the inhabitant hurried to comply. The door opened, and I shouldered my way past a rather blowzy looking woman, who must have been 40 if she was a day.Judging by her dress of a hastily thrown on dressing gown, her hair in a mess and cum trickling down her thighs, she and Jazzer must have been. The coach was so lightly loaded that we were still moving about as fast as we usually did, and we pulled into the first relay station only about five minutes later than usual. It had become such a habit with the workers at the station that they had us back on our way about as quickly as normal, and the mules were fresh, so Eddy let them run. From the way that the mules acted, we both figured that they were having fun running like that with such a light load.We had been going about 15 minutes. But as more and more stories, she kept on reading, that made her only more starving for sex and once after our initial talks, her husband came from the gulf and so she asked for better ideas but nothing worked as he was busy in some office and personal works. He didn’t give time for her.So devastated, she said, “I want a favor from you, sir.” I hesitatingly said yes and she said, “I want you to make me happy and become a part of your sex story”. I didn’t get it at first and then it felt awkward. Clamps were attached to my nipples and I moaned out. My cock started torise but it could not because it too was restrained by some form ofevil chastity devise. I could feel her stroking my cheek and saying,"good girl" as the rope was lifted to it highest point.Unable to move, unable to see, unable to swallow, unable to talk, shewhispered in my ear. "If I untie you, you are to kneel."I could feel weight pulling down on my testicles and I was starting toget quite uncomfortable. I could not figure.