Landing hard on the seat of the patrol car forced the dildo even deeper inside of me. I gasped as the dildo was thrust into entirely new depths of my ...vagina. The thrust of the dildo served as a reminder of the true depth of trouble I had gotten myself into. Eventually I was going to have to talk about what was really happening and explain everything, the thought of which was enough to make my heart start beating faster. Looking through the front of the car I saw the arresting officer’s partner. ”I walked myself through the crowd to the men’s dressing room, showered and came out with my bag. I almost hurried outside, annoyed with these people, but remembered my date with Portia. I looked around and saw her standing with a few people in casual clothes. I walked up to her and asked,“West Wall Bar?”“Yes, I am coming.”I went to sit at the bar, studied the menu and ordered a bottle of water which I had already downed when Portia came in and sat at my table.”“Can I get you a drink Portia,. Oh god what a view was that. Her blouse was barely able to contain those jugs. And her petticoat was just below her belly button. She was not wearing any bra because the blouse was backless so he could easily make out her huge brown nipples through her blouseonly. Then she removed my t-shirt and shorts and kissing and licking all over my body.After few minutes he cupped her boobs from behind and while pressing them he undid her blouse with his teeth and licked all of her back and left some bite. He felt like he had been thrown into a vat of molten lead, everything burned. His hands flailed, grasping his chest. He felt his wife attempt to grab his clammy grasping hands with her calloused thin digits. He tried to hold them. He tried. It should have made him feel better but too much was happening all at once. It was too much. His hands flew out of her grip as his hands pulled and scraped madly at his still slowly extending face.“Oh god... oh god…” Stan could hear his wife crying nearby..