"I'm not sure how long I sat on Jessica's bed, but I finally dragged myself into the den/office and was surprised to see a piece of paper on my keyboa...d. I certainly hoped that this would explain what I had found upon arriving home.It was a letter from Sharon.Rob,You are a bastard of the first order. Angela saw you going into the Holiday Inn, room 104, over on the Interstate. That was at noon two days ago, you were with some blonde dressed like a business woman. I described your PA, Pamela, and. ”The lift took us up a dozen floors before letting us out. The sergeant led me down to a corner room and thumbed the lock. Inside he nodded to a wide bed which was not standard, “Drop your bags and show me your weapons.”I grinned, “A please would be nice.”I tossed my kit and EQ bag to one end and set the weapon bag down before opened it. He snorted and reached for the assault rifle, “This goes into storage, you can keep the Swift.”I looked at him, “And just what is going to replace my rifle?”He. Quite... reaching... it. My saliva had coated the pale flesh of her mountainous boobies and her nipples swelled hugely in response to being left out of the treatment.Her areoles were no larger than 25-cent pieces, making them oddly tiny in proportion to her tits, but the nozzles themselves were outstanding. They swelled up and out, stretching easily three-quarters of an inch, and they were as thick as pencil erasers.Her hands had come up to either side of my head, and she was trying to force my. Holly, can you please read chapter 2 out loud for a few minutes?” Her voice cracks. Not the stern mean voice she normally has. A husky, heated voice. This must be how she sounds during sex!The girl starts reading as Mrs. B gingerly walks over to her desk. I notice her tits hanging loosely in her shirt, my dick throbbing under my desk. She doesn’t seem to notice her bra is missing yet!She sits at her desk and fans herself with her hand, trying desperately to gather herself, trying to ignore all.