“No problem. Nice tits.” I commented, not giving a shit as I stared straight down her shirt.“Awe thanks. You like them?” She hiccupped.“Yeah...they are cute. Like your lips.” I ventured, starting down a very cheesy path.“You like my lips?” She babbled, looking up at me with blood shot eyes.“Yeah baby, they would look really great wrapped around my cock.” I replied, finishing the worst pick up line in history that worked far too often.“Oh you think so?” She asked.“Yeah, if you think you can handle. “Everything okay?”“Yes,” she snapped. “You should have told me that you had been for tests.”He turned away sheepishly. “I’m sorry. I should have done but I… I”“It’s okay… water under the bridge now,” she interrupted. “Anyway, Jason’s moving in with us. He’ll be sharing my bed, so you will need to move into one of the spare bedrooms.”Tom nodded, taken aback by her abruptness “Yes, I suppose that’s the best thing.”Laura looked at them both. Jason had a smile on his face, Tom looked a bit down but. The St. Louis Police Department didn’t want the negative publicity when I threatened a suit for wrongful termination and settled for a large sum out of court. I was no longer a cop but I needed to do something so I became a private detective. ‘Nice digs,’ I said as I leaned back in my new desk chair and put my feet up on my brand new desk. This was the first day in my new office although I’d been living in one of the upstairs apartments for almost five months. I still owned a house, having. ” Smack! Michael slid his finger out and began the punishment, alternating cheeks as he gave her a few swats. “Mmmm! I will - I’ll get a calendar to keep in my purse with me...” Becky quickly replied, a little shocked at the force. Smack, smack! Smack! “Good idea - I just wish you came up with it sooner.” As Michael continued the punishment, Becky started to squirm and twist around. “Stop squirming, you know it’ll get you nowhere except a longer trip across my lap.” Smack! Smack! Smack! After.