I was surprised to see Sir Boris Crossley sat in the chair behind the desk.“Has John stepped out for a minute, Boris?” I said, after exchanging ha...dshakes.“I suppose you could say that, if you think he will not be successful in his role as Commissioner of the Metropolitan Police.” Boris could see I had no idea of what he was talking about. “Last year Robert Peel, the Home Secretary, raised a force of constabulary to serve London, and named them The Metropolitan Police Force. John has been. Tom moved on to the bed and lay on his back, with his cock pointing straight up.“Gaylee, can you climb on top of me?” he asked.As I climbed on top of Tom, he started kissing me, with his hands roaming, he touched every part of my body, paying special attention to my breasts. As he moved his hands over me, my body shuddered with anticipation, and we both became very aroused.I reached down between our bodies and moved his cock to the entrance of my pussy.I had to work at getting all of Tom’s cock. "I opened the door. Robbie was just pulling a t-shirt of her head. I had a brief view of her green bra. Before she pulled the shirt down and flipped her hair out from the back of it."A padded bra? Robbie, I'm so disillusioned."Robbie shot me a dirty look. "You wearing a cup, boy?"I considered taking the fifth, wondering if she was planning to test it."Uh, yeah." Like the extra protection down there?"I nodded."Think about it."I'm slow, but I do catch on, eventually.Robbie pulled on her shoulder. I didn’t say a word about it to the other prisoners, and the following Monday after an operation that went like clockwork, I was in a Fiat van heading for Sorrento. I changed into civilian clothes, and found papers in the name of Antonio Morelli, close enough to my real name, that I wouldn’t get mixed up. Obviously the Commandante had supplied a photo of me to the person who made the papers, and they were stamped with the actual stamp of the Pallazzo Municipio in Sorrento. There was also money.