"She giggled. "Flatter will get you a long way with this old wife, and you are a smooth talker. That was not at all what we were talking about, was it..." Well, not really. But maybe we would talk better, if your pussy could talk to my cock at the same time, pretty."She got up from her chair and went round the table. She put her arms round my neck and kissed me lovingly. "Allan, I know I'm a skinny, ageing broad, but you talk so lovingly to me, that you sometimes even convince me, that I'm. We would take them to the station and go out for additional raids.It was a stupid plan, but nobody ever asked me.We would be working in a depressed black neighborhood. Was I the only one who questioned the concept that two vehicles with white guys, some of them old white guys, driving around to drug corners would be too commonplace to be noticed?Making me the driver wasn't unreasonable. At twenty-four, with a decent, late-model car, I could be taken for a college kid from the suburbs looking to. The professional observer would notice the watchful eyes; the open hands and think “armed and dangerous”. He made another check of the area before letting the General out of the back seat. The General went inside, Jason closed his door, got back behind the wheel and drove over to the tree that he had picked out to park under.“Good afternoon, sir. Are you here for your yearly update test?” The cute blonde receptionist liked the look of the confident, forty-something man who carried himself like. How bad could ONE spanking be anyways, she thought to herself as she set herself across Paul's lap. Jennifer is such a drama queen. It can't hurt as bad as she acted.She was determined to show it wasn't that bad of a punishment.No one had to arouse her, all the attention and stares had done that already. After Paul had her fixed where he needed her and had Mr. Burns' ok to begin, she felt the first smack across her bottom. She let out a loud yelp. It didn't make as loud of a noise as Jennifer's.