‘Please do not be afraid, my name is Inspector Jandaeng, from the RoyalThai Police.’My heart was thumping in my chest as I tried to take in what h...adhappened. I thought for a moment I was being k**napped by gangsters, butit was the police who had snatched me from the street.‘What the hell is going on? Why have you k**napped me?’‘Come, come, hardly a k**nap.’‘Your men stuck a gun in my side, and forced me into the car, what elsewould you call it?’He smiled, ‘I'm sorry if they startled you, but we. She led me to the bedroom and lay on the bed with her legs wide apart. She still had the same amount of dark pubic hair. Her tits were slightly saggy but she had maintained her breasts. I mounted her in missionary and she guided my 5 inch erect cock in her pussy. Her pussy was not that wet but was almost as warm and tight as my wife. I inserted my entire length inside. She didn’t squirm.‘Get it all in. I want to feel your balls on my pussy’I was thrusting at a good pace now. A couple of minutes. Noticing that I was more interested in the magazine than her tirade, her attention turned as well to the magazine. Her face shifted from disappointed to really quite angry. She forgot herself and started showing me the contents of the magazine almost yelling about how this sort of thing is completely unacceptable or whatever. I was struck, unable to comprehend any of this. Her voice was like it was an echo, or a memory, it didn't matter, there was this lady, I dunno, maybe thirty, slim, I. He was just going through the motions. Then he heard some shouting and barking.He followed the sounds to an open doorway. Looking in, he saw a number of dogs and humans. A band was playing. He started listening and heard Elvis! (Hound Dog) and Patty Page! (Doggie in the Window). And a bunch of other doggone good songs about dogs.As he was listening, a hand reached out and grabbed him. He was pulled into the room. “You’re late! Things are just getting started. Get on up there!” Slightly dazed,.