Wouldn't mind... No.Concentrate. Just your immediate needs.I start working on her. I strike up a conversation. Much easier to do while she's talking, ...ll those neural whatchamacallits lighting up in her head, makes it easier to find the right paths. Gentle, Jack, gentle! You don't know how much power they gave you!Okay, it's working. I get her to smile at me. She's got a pretty smile, too. Oops, she's anxious again, the whole "why am I doing this" shtick. Something else is bothering her, too. I. “Can I ask why I am here, please?” I asked. “Your passport, there is a problem with it,” he responded as he looked up at me. “What kind of problem?” I replied, not sure what my boundaries were. “It is not valid.” “That’s impossible- there has to be some mistake!” I said, raising my voice in panic. “There is no mistake.” “Where were you going to stay during your visit?” “I have hotel reservations…” “You HAD reservations. You will not be leaving here anytime soon,” he said as he closed. While she waited, she began crafting a plan, relying on her experiences in the field and those of her colleagues at the Federal Police.It didn’t take long for Clara to spot the detective’s car and she waved her to pull to the side of the street. It took her several minutes to relate the facts and irrefutable evidence she had uncovered. She also enumerated her plan to get detective Obermoser’s comments and suggestions. Together they reviewed and adjusted some of the details taking into account. Mmm, she said.He slapped her hard on the ass. Mmm, she said.That’s for fucking that guy last week.He slapped her again on the ass. Mmm, she said.That’s for not fucking anybody this morning.You wanted me to…? Just fuck your clit, he said.She did. Mmm. Mmm she said.He pulled the butt plug out, just until the thickest part came out, and then slid it back in two or three timesOh. Oh. Oh, she said.He took her free hand and put it on the butt plug. She slid it in and out, catching her breath every.