Quickie In A Public Changing Room

She began to argue with Shelia in front of the police. The officers move to split them up and question Laura, a female officer examining her wounds. “You know that hand isn't going to go in your favor,” Paul says pointing out my braced hand and the purple knuckles. “Yeah, I know...but I’m right handed officer,” I say in a mocking tone. Paul rolls his eyes and smirks. ...and that's pretty much how it went for the first ten minutes or so, Sheila’s story about my handgun fell flat after some searching. Not until Laura’s and my statements corroborated one another. Thankfully now the one sitting in the back of a cop car... wasn’t me, but Sheila. Ironic really, I stood there for a bit watching girlfriend a bit stunned I wasn't going to jail for a nutty charge. I wear an ear to ear grin at the curb as Sheila's “cab" turns left at the end of the street and out of site. I turn to look at tits Laura, she’s observing me through her squinting eyes, which glint in the humming street light. Noticing me, she clutches her blanket tighter around herself and walks into the house, letting the screen door slam shut behind her. I fish into my bag and retrieve something to big smoke, but as soon as it touches my lips I find I'm just too damn tired to smoke it. I cross the yard and mount the steps. Once inside, I lock up once again and head to my room passing near Laura's room. Her light is still on and I stop. My dick grumbles but my stomach still feels sick for being rejected. I decide to let my desire fade and return to my room. I open the door and close it behind me. The bed looks so alluring I just crawl on top of it; my clothes and boots still on. I reach over and flick on my heating pad since my room tends to get frigid at night… It does wonders, though it's not as good as a woman. I lay watching the shadows of the trees dance across my ceiling, and drift slowly to sleep. I begin to dream, one of those dreams that seem almost too real for words. I get the sensation of hands running up and down my legs gently tugging my boots free of my body. I hear the clattering of something metal and then feel a soft grip on my wrists. My arms then get a means tight of transport to my barred headboard, coupling with tight grips of metal upon them. My arms protest against the binding for a moment until they become comfortable. Then comes the excruciatingly slow unzipping of my jacket, hands massage my chest and shoulders. I groan as the hands grip my sore trapezius muscles. doggystyle “Money.” "Thanks," is all she could say. "Okay, as soon as I win the lottery." Ja-Alixxe – I will save you somehow. They loaded tight the litter into the waiting hearse. Maybe doggystyle because of her breasts. The other man fell to his knees and began to whimper, "Please, Sir, don't hurt me.! She hopped up on the table and girlfriend started dancing erotically in front of me. I headed not towards the cashier, but back to the door. “I think so,” she replied with a devilish grin on her face. "Now go big ahead and lean back against the wall," Freddy tits suggested. Not quite knowing where to go, I began to wander.