I move my hands down her thighs, inner and outer, softly squeezing her nicely toned thighs and legs. Moving my hands back up from her legs and thighs,...more moans escape her lips as I make it to her crotch. I feel her legs close instantly and trap my hand between her as I rub and press against her crotch. “Fuck me right here, right now, Officer.” "Ma'am, can you refrain from talking like that? Please watch your head as you enter the car."Finally, we made it to the precinct where I bring her into. –~~– At ten minutes to nine, it was a very different Honoria that poked her head in the doorway of the conference room. She was in a conservative grey suit that only barely hinted at her curves and her hair was in a loose bun with a few escaped tendrils framing her glasses. Matt, seeming to sense Honor’s presence, rose from his chair, and indicated for her to come in with an eager gesture. His hair looked as if he had just got out of bed, yet his business suit looked impeccable. He sat at the. Soon, a handsome man in an extremely well-cut suit came toward him. ‘Mr. Morgan?’ Mark nodded. ‘I’m Eric Sesson, and I’m very glad to meet you. Won’t you come into my office?’ Mark followed, having no idea of why he was here. ‘Mr. Morgan…’ ‘Please call me Mark. Mister makes me feel even older than I am.’ ‘But you’re only forty-seven if I’m correct.’ ‘Yes, but I still feel like a k**.’ Mr. Sesson laughed. ‘I know just how you feel. I’m forty-nine, but still feel twenty-five inside. And won’t you. ..”“Oh no, not all. Just the hardcore members and those we have a reason to suspect.”“You interrupted me again. And putting them ... where?”“My, my, Miz De Haysoos, that is an interesting question, isn’t it? You ponder on that one to your heart’s content.”“I and my people are expected to solve a gang bombing and an assassination/murders without most of our likely suspects to question...”“Your problem, not mine. We’ll figure out who’s behind this, and if you and yours can’t ... well, too goddamn.