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  • I was in uniform because of something I had to do today. Lucy and I ordered and then sipped coffee while remaining almost silent so I could hear what Haynes was saying to those around him. “So I heard from my old man that they got this new guy to be chief and he thinks he’s gonna reform me—make me run and lose weight. Well, he’s got a lot to learn. I’ll crush that little piss ant like a roach. Then I’ll send him back where he came from. Who the fuck he think he is?” I slid out of the booth and tapped him on the shoulder. He turned with a look of disdain. “First of all, I’d love for you to take a poke at me. If there’s any crushing to do I’ll be the one to do it. Second, how you speak when you’re out of uniform is your business, but using profanity while in ass uniform will get you a suspension, at least. I warned your father that you needed to lose weight and shape up, but the rest is up to you. Maybe you don’t really want to be a police officer, after all.” I was about to turn back to the booth when I continued, “You babe can apologize now to everyone present for your profanity, but especially to my cumshot fiancée. And, I strongly suggest that you do a much better job cleaning and pressing your uniform. You look like a slob.” He swung around on his stool as if to attack me. I held my ID up for him to see in case he thought the uniform was a fake. “I’d love for you to try to hit me. Even a dope like you should know that striking a federal marshal is a Class A felony, punishable by not less than ten nor more than twenty years, so make your choice.” He turned a deep shade of red then turned and started out the door. He stopped when I grabbed his arm, glowering at me until I said, “I believe you forgot to pay for your breakfast. Put a twenty on the counter. That ought to do it.” He pulled the bill from his wallet and threw it onto the floor then he trudged his fat sloppy body out the door. I was surprised when the other patrons and the wait staff began to applaud. I was back in the booth with Lucy and Max when a man in a white outfit and apron approached. After saying hello amateur to “Miss Lucille” he introduced himself hardcore to me. “I’m Nick Petrose, Mr. Cahill. I’m the owner here. Thanks for speaking up. It’s the first time I’ve ever gotten a japanese penny out of that bum. Unfortunately, I can’t throw him out because of his father’s influence.” “Well, that might change soon. What I’d like you to do is keep a record of what he orders, but doesn’t pay for. You can use one of the order sheets and a tape from the cash register stapled together. Have the waitress sign and date them. The babe pleasure surging through me. It was such a delight. My daddy, he is nice like you. "Where the hell do you think you are going young man!?" 'Nuh uh, lemme see.' I was close to cumming again, and I was turned on by the thought of all three of them being knocked up by me. Especially when they love the taste of their man like I do.” Then everything went to shit. At first Shelby thought nothing japanese was amateur there. His thick dick churned up my pregnant pussy, the rapture rippled through my body. “This was so hot!” gasped Bernie. The second guy was taller than mine and slip his dick right into Julia. They paused. My Mom and Dad both looked up cumshot from the furs they were hunched over. Enhance. Matt poured all of them a large drink especially Jim. Knowing Erin, I’m sure this isn’t the ass first time she’s had you wear something hardcore like this.