" All right," he replied, and slowed down, shutting off his siren andlight.He pulled over, and stopped on the side of the freeway, thinking.Dave McGow...an had retired three years ago, leaving Captain Douglas incharge of the department.He knew, because he had given the speech, and made a memorable roast ofthe pudgy, pencil-pushing jerk that was still joked about today. He losthis trademark smirk as he climbed out of the car, walked away, andpulled his cell out.He studied the device, pulled it. I would love to taste my wife’s pussy juice on his cock as I cleaned it from their lovemaking. Lick and kiss his asshole as he fucked my wife, suck his balls and eat all the cream pies. But I would want more, I want him to take me like a bitch. Fucking me without mercy in front of my wife as he forces awful confession from me for my wife to hear. All the while my little metal chastity cage clanking and swaying away as sissy faggot cum strings from the tip of my caged penis.I can image washing. The minute I would look down at my phone, before I knew it my eyes were right back glued to her. She was gorgeous. Her figure was slim with really long legs. Her hair was jet black and fairly long down to her mid-back. Seated, I was guessing about 5 feet 9 inches tall with a solid C-cup chest and ass perfectly round. Her skin was a nice mocha and overall she reminded me of Paula Patton. Truly a beautiful woman. The woman was enjoying dinner with a friend. Her presence was dominant, one of. As soon as my housemates were gone I rushed up to the attic. Thetemperature up there was perfect. Rather than make several trips up anddown the attic stairway, I undressed in the attic and put on my femaleoutfit there. I used the sofa for sitting as I dressed. It was clean andin decent shape. I wondered why Joan had left it there. I selected redagain for my first session. Red undergarments and shoes. A red cocktaildress that felt wonderfully light on me. It had a bit of fringe along thehem.