Blog Comment: MILF LESSONS naked slaves colored the drab room. Vice cops struggled to hold onto pens. Blankets were brought out. Water was distributed. Beck could barely sit and take her statement. She sat huddled on the chair next to his desk, clinging to his warm shirt. Her body shivered. The welts called to him.
"Samantha, Samantha Wilson," she whispered. The name ricocheted in his mind. After taking her statement, she kissed him, and thanked him for saving her. The slave that bent down in front of him, the slave with eyes like the ocean. He had to jack-off in the bathroom. It was the only thing that kept him from going back to his desk, and throwing her out on the floor in front of him, like she had been on the ground of the cold gray brick, and ramming his cock into her cunt.
