Her now one track mind, caused her to drift to her bedroom leaving the windows wide open. As she made her way to her bedroom, she shed her two pieces ...f clothing leaving them in the hallway. Her queen size bed was huge for her petite but voluptuous body. She did not even bother to pull back the white duvet or remove the many pillows that covered the bed. All she could think about was reaching her climax. She was biting her lower lip in anticipation for what was to come. She started moving her. She saw an especially large piece of debris on the carpet and bent over to pick it up. Out of habit she bent at her hips and gave the guys a brief glance down her blouse. Both men let out signs when she bent over. Emily returned to standing and flicked the debris at the guy who had talked. “You don’t seem to be very good at your job then.”The guys stepped back a little. Emily bent down again to get another piece. She was closer to the guy who hadn’t spoken yet and didn’t notice as he moved. " Click, click. "Coming." Click, click, click. "Ohhh, one moment please." Every hand gesture, sashay and other body language was exaggerated to the fullest. She stopped at the mirror and looked herself up and down, fixing her hair and adjusting her skimpy mini skirt. She blew a kiss at her reflection and smiled with nervous anticipation. Deep breath, collect the flutters. She swung the door open "Yessss?" She lisped while throwing her hair back and tilting her head."Did you like my flowers?". As I started towards her, she asked in her slutty voice, ”What’s the matter? Don’t you like what you see?” Before I could answer her, she went on to say, “Come over here, you big sexy bastard, and tell me what I did wrong.”I said, “You’re a cop, and you’re trying to set me up.”She was laughing as she said, "No, I’m not.”As soon as I got in front of her, she put her arms around my neck and pressed her body against mine and asked, "Do you really think I’m a cop?”Instead of answering her, I.