I stood and walked to his table. I took a picture of his badge, his nametag and finally his face. Then I took a picture of each of them."What the hell...do you think you are doing?" the one with the Sergeant's stripes asked."Ask the officer here what he was doing taking my picture," I suggested. "I think there is such a thing as professional standards where you work. If not there should be," I said."I wasn't taking a picture," the officer said."Of course not, and I didn't really take yours. He pulled one leg to the edge of the table leg and attached it, pulling it tight. He moved to the other side and repeated the process for her other leg.He stood up and looked at her. Smiling, he placed his hand on her ass and began rubbing it in circles all the way around, lightly tapping it as he rubbed.She lifted her head up off of the table and tried to look at her daddy. She spoke softly, daddy, please let me up. Please.He popped her ass hard. I will ask you some questions little girl. If I. "Rania and Elsa obeyed and started to squeeze and fondle each other's breasts."Sweet, now, I was you to rub some fingers around the nipple areas. I want you to get your nipples hard so we can see them through the material of the dresses."While Rania and Elsa continued to massage each other's nipples through the material of their dresses, I stood up and walked over.I stood behind Elsa and decided to take another risk. I reached over and ran my hand the backside of her dress. I could feel her. Anyway, shortly after starting work at the office I got to know Jenny, who worked as a secretary to one of the bosses. She helped me get to grips with the computer which I had not used before. Jenny was 24, married, a little mousy but really pretty. She was also a little on the plump side, but not overly, and she obviously had a fair sized pair of titties which were always well covered by her conservative dress. Before long, I became aware that she harboured more than just a passing liking.