.... well, I think you should go. My husband is at work and will be home soon” she said.“Really?” I said, “a while ago you said he was gone o...n a business trip and won’t be back for a week”“Oh”, she said caught in a lie, “well I meant he usually goes away for a week but this time he called and said he would be home soon.”“Hmmm”, I hadn’t heard the phone ring so I knew it was another lie, but I played along. “Ok, are you sure you don’t want to come in for one last dip?”“Umm, no ………you just. Her cheeks hallowed, she pumped the shaft with each rise, pounding up and down my cock, twisting the skin as she pulled up, pounding back down. My hips flailed, lifting, grinding upwards, wanting to shove my cock back into her waiting mouth and throat.I reached to her ass, shoving my hand under her shorts, under the briefest panties, finding her wet slit. Her butt wiggled, her mouth would drop, and I would again freeze, feeling sensations not felt before. She owned me, her mouth controlled. So three-quarters of the way to the jail, he pulled into a railroad yard, took her handcuffed to the back bumper of his squad car and ordered her to her knees. Leila, resentful of all that had transpired, feeling herself the righteous victim, refused to open her mouth. “Suit yourself, honey pot,” he said. He leaned over and looked in her eyes and watched her muscles twitch. “You a user?” She stayed silent. He opened his trunk, then opened a padlocked metal box and brought out a baggie and. Did I really sleep for 12 hours straight? It's happened before and it probably won't be the last time. I stretched out in bed and try to will myself to get up but I just want to lay there a few more minutes. As I do I zone out and my hand starts to wander. My fingertips trace slow lazy lines across my soft alabaster skin and I give myself goosebumps. I slowly trace the fingers of my left hand across my nipples then in slow circles around my ivory areolas while my right hand traces its way down.