I know what you want. Look into my eyes. I said look at me. I know what little fuckers like you want. You're a bad, bad slut you know that? You must w...ant it really bad. You know what you're here for... you need me to say it out loud, huh...? What you're here for...? You're here to suck my cock. Yeah, don't pretend you don't want to. I bet it's all you think about all day. Listen here.... Deep inside my jeans I've got a solid 9-inch cock. You want some of that? Then you gotta be good....look at. My Dad knew I was upset about losing my special ring and said he’d get me another if I couldn’t find it within a few weeks. I prayed and prayed to find it because it had such a special meaning to me; I hadn’t heard any word on it for almost a month and a half and was starting to give up. Finally, a friend of my friends found it and called me up. It was a little scratched, but still perfect. I hugged her so tight she thought I’d suffocate her. I’ve been wearing it on my ring finger ever since,. With the goodies displayed out on her bed it was no wonder that it took her so long to answer the door and also why she looked so flushed and rumpled.I walked back down the hallway toward the front door where Patricia stood waiting for me, blushing. "Thanks Mrs. Henderson, I appreciate your hospitality." Uh, sure. No problem." And Mrs. Henderson I would like to apologize to you." Apologize, what ever for?" Well, interrupting you when I rang the bell. I'm sorry about that." Interrupting me, I'm. Still holding his member tightly in my hand, I see him wince at the pain of me pulling so hard. I make a little moo with my lips to show him I can see his pain. Not letting go, I proceed to pull him towards me. With my right hand, I unbutton his pants. They drop to the floor around his ankles, leaving only his police belt snug around his waist. I smile at the thick black belt holding his pistol, his handcuffs, his mace, his extra bullets, his pager, and his key ring.I love a naked man in a Sam.