He clutched it, pressing his thumb into the root, effectively blocking off the well of cum about to burst.I convulsed, my back arching off the bed. My... balls throbbed and my cock felt like it was on fire. My vision blurred and it seemed I was seeing stars. He maintained his grip.“Hold it”, he said, “hold onto it.I convulsed again. Now on my back, panting, my cock still burned but the welling subsided. He maintained his grip.“That’s it”, he said, “hold it tight. We want to save that for Miss. Then make sure your camera is on the computer and ready to record. I’m going to go change.”“Are you serious?” I asked.“I’m gonna give you something to jerk off over if something like this ever happens again,” she said almost angrily.She took me by the hand and led me upstairs. When we got to the top of the stairs, she headed into our bedroom and she motioned for me to continue down the hall to my office.I did as she said and got things ready. There was a chair, more of chase lounge, in my. For a few minutes they made out like teenagers in the front of Stan’s Mondeo before he pulled back and murmured, just loud enough for Anne to hear, ‘I don’t know which is more uncomfortable at the moment, the gear lever or the handbrake.’ Anne pouted as he pulled away, but then smiled at his words. ‘I have a door key,’ she reminded him, ‘and there’s a bed upstairs, remember?’ They didn’t get as far as the bed. Once inside the door, Anne pushed Stan against the wall, one hand playing with the. "Are you saying that you think I care more about publicity than this case and what is best for my COUNTY?" The sheriff's voice raised slowly as he spoke until he was almost shouting."No, Sheriff, I would never say that." He might think it though and often did. "I'm saying that this is the very first break we have had in a case where the only thing we have had to go on are two nameless bodies and one trace fiber that could possibly have come from a high end piece of wool fabric. We don't even.