She spoke."Sir, where can I find the registrar's office?" she asked in a mildly deep yet smooth voice. If a high pitched voice was yogurt and a deep v...ice was a chocolate bar, she'd be somewhere in between. She would be ice cream or frozen yogurt, or maybe syrup. She had this sweetness in her eyes and in her tone that screamed out innocence."This is the registrar's office" I said. We shared a giggle.There was real connection between that moment, we both knew it."Is this where I get my. The tip had come from someone's girlfriend or someone like that.After that bust we really didn't have to do anything at all the rest of the night. We rode around the county roads but we could have just hidden out somewhere. The tiny little Special Operations Unit was proving itself to be very successful. It was a good feeling to be part of something so positive.We went for a couple of weeks just doing routine patrol. We really were adequate at it, but we were best at special missions. Nothing. "I forgot about our other guests," he said regretfully, as if he realized he was being a deficient host. "I think they would rather take a quick nap. Perhaps I will wake them up in a little bit, when things really get started." He waved his hand at them and greenish fireflies danced off his hand, cavorting through the air between him and the hostages before settling around their heads and shoulders. All three slumped, asleep. Obviously, William had been feigning being knocked out. "There. That. ... My hand playing with your pussy. I like that, my hand in you pussy. My middle finger curls upward and in toward my palm, but stops when it finds your clit. Bingo. Lightly at first, first the soft tip, then curling more, a bit of harder flat nail petting you. Then the soft pad again, circling, pressing over the tip, more circling, reversing direction, then the finger extends, and the soft length rubs lightly up and down, my index and ring finger pressing your lips open, exposing your wet.