“Do you have listening devices in his flat?”She gave me an odd look.“No, we want you to plant something. Why do you ask?”“Well, you might ha...e listened in on who he was meeting.”For the second time she looked as if she didn’t believe a word. She closed the file and sat back, crossing her legs, something the DCI took a special interest in judging by the look on his face.“Well, Detective Constable?”I looked at the DCI. “Guv, if I do this what happens to the vacancy for Sergeant?”“Joe, all I can. No more pictures. Just a dead, lifeless screen. A suitable metaphor for the state of my heart, my life and my marriage. Dark, empty and lifeless.Giving in to my temper, I threw my phone hard against the wall. Hurling it as hard as I could. Instantly regretting it, the phone my own link, however slender, with Jill and the faintest of hopes that I could somehow rescue my marriage from Chris' designs on my wife.Looking down at the shattered device, I knew there was no chance of coaxing it back to. I was rubbing my hard dick from behind on her ass and she seemed to enjoy. After a while when I couldn’t take it anymore. I lifted her skirt from behind exposing the perfect round ass that I had ever seen. She was wearing a black thong making that ass look round, juicy and tempting. I started kissing her from behind, slowly but steadily I made my way close to her pussy. I started biting her on her ass which she enjoyed and asked me to bite harder. Pain and pleasure was a nice cocktail for us at. In the women’s room of a department store she cleaned her pussy more thoroughly, regretful that the seed was oozing out. She’d never been on birth control and had not yet become pregnant, a desire that had been with her since puberty. Fear and religion had kept that urge at bay but the legitimization of marriage had let it burst loose. Her frustration had built to this urgency to acquire sperm by any means in the desperate hope that she would become a mother.She resumed her travels and was soon.