He shrugs it off, and his jacket, in one easy movement. Releasing me for just a moment, his hands make quick work of the fastenings of his trousers wh...ch fall to his feet as I drop, on shaking legs, to my knees."May I?" I reach forward toward the waistband of his underwear, looking up into his green gaze, the colour of emeralds. He nods shortly, his fingers gently tangling in the waves of my hair.He's a man assured of his masculinity as I unveil his length, already rigid, the tip of him thick. “Oh, you can go faster than that!” I teased. “You’re The fucking Flash, aren’t you?”He positioned his hands at my sides. “Do you mind if I try something on you?” “What? Some position or maneuver or something?”“Something like that,” he said, a smile spreading across his face. “Let me know how you like it…”“Sure will—“ What happened next is almost indescribable, yet it was the most incredible thing I had ever experienced. At that moment in time, his smile had gone away and was replaced by a look. It's all his for the taking, all because he wearsa badge.Now it's time for his next command. You obediently unhook eachstocking and roll them down your legs, keeping your legs straight,bending and feeling your breasts dangling, swaying heavily. Thenyou are ordered to roll them back up and re-attach them. A feelingof relief comes over you, since you figure this is the start ofyour re-dressing process.Your relief is short-lived, however, as his next command startles you.You can't believe your. "You here to tell me I'm some kind of evil chauvinist, now?" She looked up at him and smiled. "No." "What then?" "If it was me you could control, would you do the same thing?" "You mean if I could control your mind instead of Debbie's?" "Yeah! Would you make me do that?" "Yeah," he said. "Diane fell back onto the chair at his desk, the breeze sending his papers flying. "Diane! You okay?" "Yeah," she gasped before she stood and rushed toward the door. She swung.