Those girls knew I was a sissy for his thick black cock, and I knew they were watching me, standing in front his car as he pushed his door open. I dar...ed a look over my shoulder, and saw their faces in the window. The one with the big tits waved at me, like I was one of the girls. What the fuck?! I'm a sergeant for the fucking sheriff's office, not some faggot for big black cock... I turned back to him, through the open door, for the whole world to see, his FAT COAL BLACK COCK slid out of his. Any chance of earning Howard's respect was gone -- he had seen everything, done everything (okay, maybe not quite EVERYTHING, but plenty enough!), heard everything... "Will you respect me in the morning?" was a question that hadn't occurred to her until it was too late... On top of that, her job was probably forfeit -- unless she wanted to live in the shadow of his ability to blackmail her. She could see herself, pimped by Howard as the party girl for executive get-togethers, taking on three at. Mom isn't really all that bad looking, really. If my friends aren't lusting after Kikyo, they're wanting to grope my mom's C-cup tits. To be honest, I can't say I blame 'em. If I wasn't her son, I'd probably wanna fondle them too. And, with her kind of long, brown hair, and pretty smooth skin, she looks more old enough to be my older sister than my mother. To make her even more attractive is she's a hentai artist. Probably explains why sis is so into girls and why I'm not really into porn. I'm. Got it all? OK, bye."She saw me looking at her wide-eyed, and laughed. "Marilyn's feeling a little displaced, but penthouse or no, three would most definitely be a crowd. And I love sleeping with you and I'm much too ladylike to go slipping around hotel corridors." What about, you know, the boy-toy thing?" I asked."Madeleine has boy-toys; I have a lover. Hers can't sing their way out of paper bags; I have one of the great baritones of the world, even though the world doesn't quite know it.