Brock was barely aware as his body kept gagging to try and dislodge the monster. He could feel his stomach fluids in his throat but they couldn't get ...past the cock. Occasionally a little splatter of throat slime sprayed out lubing more of Winston's shaft.Tears streamed down Brock's face and he just look up at his abuser who stared back at him emotionless.There was now only 3 inches left. It had only taken ten seconds but Brock thought he'd pass out from lack of oxygen. The grasped the dicks in. Her skilled tongue had me near orgasm the entire time. She continued to slowly tease me while I licked. "Oh yes. That's it, eat my ass bitch. I have more surprises for you tonight. You ass slut." After she came again, she quickly got up, and grabbed my cock. She guided it to the entrance to her dripping wet slit. She sank down on it in one smooth motion. She rode me. It felt heavenly. It was so good and I was so turned on I came far sooner than I would have normally. She then again climbed. She took out her phone and kept it on the dashboard.She looked at me and said, “Hello, I am Shilpa Sharma, Inspector of police.” I introduced myself and she asked me where I worked and other personal details which I filled in.I started to drive the car by her directions to drop her off. It was very hard for me to control my feelings and focus on the driving. Every few seconds, I was looking at her and she was checking her phone. I thanked God for sending such a beautiful woman in police uniform. A big splurge now might mean that I had to take a job that would wreck my future.” The reality was not that dramatic, but drama naturally fitted when talking to Mama. “We only have so many resources, and you can’t ask us to spend them to please you.”“But, Carolyn, the wedding is Daddy’s expense, not yours.” That was nice to hear, although she knew the social conventions.“Thing is, Mama, we were depending on your paying the tuition on my next semester. I’m not sure you can afford both.” And,.