. the hardened clit.He rubs against it, causing her to whimper. His warm hands... the cold air... the urgency growing in her.She just wants to sit dow....He smiles ever so sweetly and asks if there is a problem.Closing her eyes, she whispers "no".But he don't let that go. Instead he reaches up and put his hand under her chin raising her head so she must look directly at him.She visibly shudders."Lets try again" he says "is there a problem? Speak the truth to me. Always"Trying to look away she. Upstairs, Peter made coffee and started the daily office routine by booting up his data system and scanning reports.Lieutenant Lester Boron was was more agitated than normal when that federal marshal entered the office. Boron looked around the room, located Peter, snarled some words that Peter couldn't quite remember. The intervening period between that morning and now had the quality of a nightmare--one Peter wasn't able to wake up from."Peter," a woman's voice said. Peter opened one eye, then. She was not aware of all that and went to try. As she was trying it, I was waiting outside her trial room. I called for her and she told she can't come out as it is too tight and she doesn't have anything on top. I called for a T-shirt with some words written on it and gave it to her. She wore it and had just opened the door....when I thought 'wow, what a babe'. I was feeling as if she was a college girl and looking stunning. T-shirt was just reaching her waist and the jeans were hugging her. As we drove through the old historical district talking and looking at old houses, he casually reached over and placed his hand in my lap. To my surprise my reaction was not a jolt of fear or shock, but a soft sigh of pleasure. We drove a few more blocks as he rubbed my package and soon my prick was swollen and eager to be pleased by this stranger. I leaned back and listened to his voice as he antagonized my aching rod. I could feel my passion rising, and i urgently needed to have him. Finally.