He was now walking over to determine my degree of saturation. He didn't sit next to me, but instead placed one knee on the bench and remained standing... on one leg. When he reached down to my swollen open lips, I took notice of his fingers. They were short but abnormally fat. Not just a little either. Rather, his digits resembled fat sausages.His co-worker had gently eased one finger into me followed by a second. Not this guy. Roughly he forced two of his fingers up into my snatch as far as. "Is this okay?" he asked. He must have read my profile and even maybe my blog where I invite anyone here to just grope and kiss me if you see me out anywhere, with no need to ask first, as long as no one else is around.I nodded.His hand rubbed my leg and thigh up and down, but was getting closer to my crotch. "May I?"I nodded.He rubbed my bulge and then squeezed it. One hand on the wheel, the other was now unbuttoning and unzipping my pants. I decided to help and soon my white lace girly. Though sheer will she held herself on the edged even as she screamed. Tess gritted her teeth holding on for more time letting it build until she finally broke and explode with pleasure. Even as she tried to stop herself the orgasm was too much and she began to piss. But Tess didn't care it just added to her pleasure. She shuttered with ecstasy and suddenly she became light headed and blacked out right where she lay. Tess awoke some time later still groggy from her storm of pleasure. She yawned. The corrupt undercover police agent was the current referee for the upcoming fight, keeping all the betting money gathered from both brothel-keepers. She worked under Sam's protection, a “colleague” of hers who abused his position to “pimp out” the pimps for protection. Carla was in the business for only about 2 years, but she has done enough to deserve the trusts of the black market businessmen in the area. “This is too much!” - Yavonne, one of Almond's “bodyguards”, screamed in her head while.