"Oh, let's just call it," she rubbed against the smiling policeman's leg, "a hunch." And," his mouth dropped when he spied Christi, "and, uh, well, ge..., who do we have here?" he teased. "I didn't know you'd purchased a new slave from the convent." I'm not a slave" Christi grinned, "well, not yet, anyway." She twirled again to show off her risqu' leg wear. "I just want to make sure our 'friend' treats me with all the disrespect an overdressed party pooper deserves." Gee, I can understand that,". My hands were shaking with nervousness. When I reached up to her ….Oh my god, it was her panty and I was so excited. I thought I should stop but I was too hot. I slowly started moving my hand on the top of her panty and it was feeling so good. Than I took my hand up by touching her skin and I reached up to her …oh god, it was her small boobs and I felt her nipple. By this time I was too afraid to move further so I took out my hand and laid silently for some time watching her reaction. She was. She sat opposite me and crossed her legs, which showed me a flash if stocking top. She offered me coffee, which I declined (probably through nerves) but I said it was ok for her to have one if she wanted. She walked through to the kitchen and kept chatting as she made her coffee. On returning to the front room she asked if it was ok if she smoked. I told her I had enjoyed watching her smoking on our cam sessions and I was looking forward to it very much!She withdrew a menthol cigarette and lit. Beard gave me another huge hug, lifting me off the ground as he said goodbye. Once again, I got the impression that his over-the-top friendliness was a bit provocative. CJ is comfortable enough in his own skin not to give any air to the idea, though. I am fluent in the language of flirting. But maybe Beard really is that affable. CJ and I sat at his dining room table, eating our Chinese food and recalling the events of our afternoon. I was exhausted, but I liked the workout. What a cool thing.