1. A New Day, A New You part 13


    Date: 6/30/2015, Categories: Fiction, Asian, Blowjob, Male / Females, Oral Sex, Threesome, Violence, Author: P.O.I., Rating: 85.7, Source: sexstories.com

    yourself,” Detective Clark adds as I see his partner visibly sigh. I look between them and then at the picture, my eyes widen and I open my mouth. Both detectives are waiting for me to say something. When my expression changes from my shocked emotional fake to my standard deadpan I can see the frustration in the detective’s faces and quietly wait. I’m removed from the room and placed in a holding cell where my handcuffs are removed. I look around and realize TV has it pretty much right only smaller for a cell in a station, just a cot and a toilet with no seat. Hours I’m waiting and I know it’s getting into the late afternoon when the detective comes back, Detective Clark that is, and he’s holding a tray. “Listen Stuart we can hold you for up to twenty four hours without charging you. Just answer our questions and we’ll let you go,” he says and I see food on the tray. I stand up and look at the tray, just a sandwich and a bottle of water with an apple but its food and I haven’t had any in a short while. I look at Detective Clark and realize he’s trying to coerce me into talking. Turning away from him I get into a light workout starting with pushups. I can hear him leave and find he didn’t leave me any food, figures but I’m just holding my tongue till I get to the end of my twenty four hour limit. My overnight at the jail has me hungry the next morning and cramped from the shitty bed and I have to stretch to work out the kinks in my shoulders. I wait, realistically it’s all I ...
    can do so when after what seems like hours an officer comes into view and I’m instructed to put my hands through the slot and after being cuffed I’m taken back to the interrogation room. I am sat down in my same seat and made to wait again with my hands cuffed to a ring in the table this time. I haven’t said or done anything yet here they are making sure I’m as uncomfortable and hungry as possible. I must have been handcuffed for an hour and thankful that I used the toilet in the cell when Detectives Adams and Clark enter again the older black Adams with his file and coffee while the younger white Clark has a plate of donuts and coffee of his own, there may be laughter when my stomach audibly groans at the lack of food I’ve had. “Sounds like someone’s hungry,” Clark says with a smirk as he sets the plate down just out of finger range. “We’ll get to that in a moment, first I need to ask you again Stuart,” Adams says cutting his partner off,” Do you know Chester Morley?” My stomach actually answers for me in a long rumble that I keep myself, barely, from laughing. The two detectives look at each other for a moment like my stomach actually interrupted their train of thought; okay we can work with this. “Look at the picture again,” Adams says pulling out Chez’s picture,” do you know this person?” I shift my gut a little bit and sure enough I get an odd little rumble which has both of the detectives at odds with how to react. Clark however decides to try another tactic and pushes ...
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