“You got no fuckin’ right to treat us like this. I have half a mind to stomp your ass and I would except you got a gun and a big dog. Without them you’d be toast, Muthafucka.” “And, you would be…who?” “I’m DeAnthony Shutt. I see you brought all your Uncle Tom’s with you tonight. That’s just what we need—a bunch of fuckin’ Oreo’s playin’ po-lice man.” “Oh yeah—I’ve heard of you except the warden at Joliet called you ‘Shit Chute’ and I must say the name fits. After what the warden told me I thought you’d be a lot more, but now I can see you’re just another big mouth con. So, tell me—ever have any special training like judo or karate or kendo?” “No, why the fuck you think I would need that?” “I spent four years in the military police with the Navy so I had the same hand-to-hand Hardcore combat training that they give the Seals. Unfortunately, I am the Chief of Police and I have to exercise restraint and set an example for the community.” I would have gone on, but I was called to the bar by one of the new black recruits. “Chief, this guy has something teen in his crotch.” “No problem, Officer Gore; either he’ll take it out or Max will.” I snapped my fingers and Max moved up between his legs. “Okay, amateur man…okay; I’ll get it. It’s just a real knife I carry for protection…that’s all.” He reached into his pants and pulled out a switchblade with a six-inch blade. Officer Gore cuffed him and led him outside to one of the waiting patrol cars. Dan Powell carefully placed him into the rear seat and Gore returned to the bar. Table by table people were led to the bar and on the way they dropped all kinds of drugs and paraphernalia. There were four more knives and two pistols that were taken by one of the officers, unloaded, and placed into a tote bag. Finally, we got to the booth with Shutt and company. That was when one of the experienced officers whispered into my ear. It was music—sweet music. I pulled Shutt out of the booth and I wasn’t too gentle about it. Wedged Blowjobs into the bar I pulled his left hand behind him and applied my handcuff to his wrist. His right hand followed a second later. “You must really like Joliet, Schutt. He sucked the nipple into his mouth and rolled his tongue about, sucking on it as if it might real give him milk. I've always enjoyed meeting and talking to people. I couldn’t help but stare at her, drinking in the delicate legs and tight little bottom as she bent over. "Always, I guess." He… might have figured it out. Wilson couldn’t help Hardcore but wonder what Harold had seen, while also knowing it was better not to ask further. “Yes!” she gasped. The look on his face and the movements on his body made Cindy certain that he was having a sexual dream. "After sucking my finger she pointed Blowjobs down to my thing." "Anything. I strolled into college, feeling a subtle change in the air. I loved this girl, but still whispered in her ear: ‘sorry but now I’ll put this knife completely trough your lovely tit. Already excited on the way here, at the likelihood of seeing Donna, it took just that brief look down her top to make him get firm. You play with my breasts for a li'l longer... teasing with our fingers, licking and nibbling and pinching the nips slightly then you move down slowly... to the navel.... and tease with your fingers... and I arch my back... all in good sleep. “She's in line, grabbing a plate for us.” I half truthed. You should probably dress into something a little more formal. She even lit amateur the gas logs. He was filling me with all his jizz. Already yearning for a round two. She sucks him off going faster and better than before swirling her teen tongue around his black cock.