"I don't have to take that. I'm in the union. You should call the administrative number. This is nine one one." I DID CALL THE ADMINISTRATIVE NUMBER!"...yelled Mitch. "AND I GOT YOU IDIOTS TWICE! I DIALED 516-555-7000!" Hold please," said the woman.He stewed for five minutes, until a man came on the phone."Detective... ?" said the man."Officer Mitch Connel," said Mitch, his voice tight. "Pembroke, Connecticut Police Department, badge number twenty-six." It seems as though someone threw the wrong. Her fingers gently scratched the inside of his thighs and she ran one hand under his tight ass, squeezing his butt cheeks and sliding over to his asshole where she lingered a moment feeling its surprising heat. From time to time, she allowed his giant cock to spring out from her lips before greedily licking the fat helmet that glistened with her spit before sliding it back into her mouth, tongue still swirling frantically as she poured pleasure onto his penis. Her throat well opened by now, he. “So we’re all here finally,” growled Tony as Mark came into the kitchen the next morning. Everyone else was sitting tensely round the table with the remains of breakfast.“Sorry,” said Mark, taking his seat.“So you spent six weeks keeping me away while you all betrayed me,” Tony looked grimly round the table, “in every possible combination apart from - I’m giving you the benefit of the doubt - you two,” he looked at Sean and Freddie, “with Mark. SHUT UP!” he silenced them as they made to speak.. I mean, I can light the place with candles, but our equipment won't work anymore."A thought sprung up in my mind, "Don't do that just yet, Andre. I have an idea. Start putting candles on the tables and light them. Also, I need some food for myself and a cable connected to only the absolutely necessary equipment."Andre looked at me with a lot of questions burning behind his eyes. He was about to ask, when I already said, "You do know that I'm an Electrical Elemental. I can power several.