They get to the center of the place. A large circle of wall blocks off a slight pit. Carpeted and used for all sorts of things. In the middle of it is...a low raised platform covered in carpet too.They walk down the slight ramp. He points to a bench on the side."Sit."She walks quickly over to it and sits down. Straight not slouching against the back. He would hate that.He walks to the center of the platform. Raising his hands he says some odd words and for a moment he glows a soft blue. Then. He also told them he knew nothing about it. They would need to call the Marshall’s office to find out what was going on. ‘So you aren’t going to tell us anything?’ the black detective asked. ‘You don’t have any ID on you, so who are you?’ he asked. ‘I am going to have to refer you to the US Marshal’s Office but the Marshall’s service should be here any time,’ Roger said. Roger heard voices in the hall, so he figured the feds had arrived. ‘What happened here?’ he asked the detective. ‘Well. I was surprised that she was still fully dressed. I figured she might slip back on that sexy nightie, but was wrong. When she snuggled down beside me I did notice she had put on fresh perfume.We were soon locked back in passion as our mouths met again and again. We kissed all over one another’s necks as she unbuttoned my shirt and I pulled her sweater off over her head. Wasting no time I quickly reached behind her back and unclasped her bra which seemed to melt off of her chest. Gracefully she. Molly moaned as he bit down on it. On the television screen, the blonde was running her hands over her breasts, milking them upwards, tweaking and massaging her erect nipples. Molly’s fingertips were tracing the outline of his fat prick, still encased in his shorts. ‘Take your clothes off, Molly,’ he whispered to her right ear. Reaching behind her in that graceful manner women have, she opened the knot with one hand, relaxed and hunched her shoulders a bit and the skimpy top fell off, dropping.