She was actually more concerned over her secrets from her parents than she was about being harmed by the pair of losers who had deprived her of her fr...edom. In her eyes, the less she had to do with the prosecution of the kidnappers, the better it would be for her. All she really wanted was to put the whole thing behind her and never mention it again if at all possible.PC Johnson was wise enough to sense what was running through The Borrowed Girl's head and smart enough to keep her mouth shut. I bent my knees slightly and holding my cock by the root I pointed it at the hand until it touched the palm. The fingers closed gently around it just touching me lightly. Oh I was lost then , I bent my knees more until my whole cock was resting along the palm of the soft hand. The fingers closed completely around it and began to stroke me and I leaned forward until I was pressed against the wall so that the person could have access to all of my cock, but also to stop my legs from collapsing at. "We were in some kind of an office."Do you want some water?" Yes, thank you!"He took a cup and drew some from the water-cooler. I sat and sipped itslowly."I don't think I've seen you here before," he said."No, its my first time, I'm just out with a friend." Well he ought to take better care of you!" Oh no, its girl friends and I'd better get back to them!"He helped me to my feet, standing close."Thank you so much for helping me," I said, and reaching up I kissed himon the cheek. He paused. . You know the effect you?re having on me. I give up the struggle to be any kind ofgentleman, and say, ?Higher.? In response you lean towards me andunfasten my belt and ease your slim hand down the inside of my shorts. Yourfingers tease the tip of my cock. You withdraw your hand and to mydisappointment you pull your skirt back down, but my disappointment turns todelight as you slide your skirt off completely, slipping it down your legs andover your shoes and allowing your legs to spread a little.