I tie each wrist to an opposite corner and prop you up slightly. I get off the bed and start to strip. First I undo the garters, then slowly lower the...basque off of my body. As my boobs pop out I start to play with my nipples and moan. I do this until they become hard and then slowly I slip out of the basque. I'm now standing there in nothing but my thong, shoes, and thigh highs. I stick my hand inside my underwear and scoop out some of the juices, bringing them up to my mouth and sucking them. I reached the station with plenty of time before the shift briefing. An older man walked in while I was reading the wanted lists. I glanced back when he tapped my shoulder and gestured to follow. In a quiet corner he looked me over, "I am Alexander. I will be your training officer."I nodded and he looked around, "we have had two killings around the mid of night so pay attention and do not let your guard down."He sighed, "this is not like the academy. You listen to me and do what I tell you."He. Thoughts that my co-workers would have been shocked to hear. My gaze began to roam about the office, and feelings of desire welled up inside me. In that environment, I maintain a conservative air. It would not do to let my true nature become exposed. Today, though, my interest in them was of a more carnal variety. I watch Cristina, a young Asian girl with beautiful long hair walk from desk to desk delivering files. She was wearing a blue knee length skirt and an almost sheer white blouse. She. "Reverently I opened the box and inside was my mother jewellery box,along with a teddy bear in a tutu I kept at Aunt Marcia's house for whenI stayed as a little child, and the two framed photographs. The firstwas of me and my mother on a day out in London with Aunt Marcia and thesecond was a copy of the one Marcia had of the two of us at Pride.My hands were trembling as I opened the letter. It was written by a veryshaky hand, and was dated just a two weeks before my mum died, whichtold me she.