You wanted a baby with me and the idea of your first being from another man caused you all sorts of distress.”“Distress? I hated him, Mick. It sca...red me, how much I hated him, how much hateful passion I had. When I was walking, I had the time to think and finally calmed down enough that I was able to let some logic in and let a lot of the hate go.”I looked at Kendi and knew that it was almost time to tell her the results.“Kendi, take off your clothes and meet me on the patio, please.”I stripped. The dozen or so scars she did have came from them...places where they had lost control. She stroked a third degree burn on her right tit, almost affectionately. She was happy that they had gotten good mileage out of her, at least. And now that phase of her life was over. She was still gorgeous, but smile lines were creeping in. Her tits and curves were as delicious as ever, if not more so, but there was the occasional spot of pleasant plumpness. Indeed, it was merciful to auction her into. Sullivan’s looking for you,? said Matt the asshole who sat across from me at Boston PD headquarters. I could tell my getting in trouble thrilled him to no end. ?Had some things to take care of,? I said dropping my laptop on my desk before heading in the direction of Captain Ryan Sullivan, the head of my unit. Matt’s really not as asshole, he’s a low grade cretin prick whose idea of a good time is sitting in the break room telling his buddies how much his Italian wife, Andrea, likes to be. The photocopier moved on its wheels as he was leaning in to get full penetration. I leant back on a button, and suddenly the copier sprung into life, photocopying my ass.I burst out laughing, "Oh, what a cliche!" Oh, never mind the cliche, it's burning my balls!"Andrew cleverly timed his penetrations after and before the white-hot beam of the copier passed as I just sat there, my ass ever reddening.Andrew banged away as the copier churned out pics of my ass, and every now and again, a picture.