He talked to the dickhead cop back behind me.“Any ID? Did he give you his name,” the detective asked.The cop told him I gave some story about my I...D being in my laptop bag, but they didn’t find it, only some clothes and my electronics. Dickhead theorized that I had stolen the laptop bag, and my clothes were those I used when taking it. Thieves don’t carry ID on them on the off chance they might drop it at the scene of a crime. More cops had arrived at some point.A lieutenant walked over and. In the background I heard a hum over thephone and knew she was telling me the truth so I described mysexy panties and how sexy I looked and tried hard to make myorgasm wait as long as possible."I have the vibrator deep inside my vagina and I am dreaming itis you" she said "Oh God it feels good. I wish I was with you.Oh God I'm coming. Oh yes. Oh yes."Wearing what I was wearing, hearing my wife masturbate to orgasmand frantically rubbing my penis through my panties was too muchand I came,. To complete the picture, I started loudly smacking my lips. “Huh,” Construction Guy mumbled, “Can’t even piss without a cocksucker on my heels.” But he wasn’t complaining. CG walked up to the hole but instead of his cock he stuck two of his dirty, thick fingers into my mouth. I could taste the piss left behind and he turned those fingers back and forth, screwing them into my mouth. I sucked and licked, tongued and gagged, turned on by the danger of being caught as well as the domination of my. Just to show how understanding she can be, even though she is a beautiful young woman who has never had a child, and is not in the least bit maternal in appearance or personality, she allows me to call her Mommy, and lets me pretend to be her little boy.Mommy's sexual power brings out my subservient side. Even though I can easily afford to hire servants, I want nothing more than to wait on Mommy myself, hand and foot. I love to buff and rub her heels, arches, and toes, to dissolve any trace of.