"I'll talk to him, he might know something, but I doubt it, but itdoesn't hurt to listen."Bob walked into the interrogation room and introduced himsel...."Hello, I'm Bob Lew," he said as he extended his hand."I'm Wing Hop Wong, the gangs call me Tommy and this is my attorney RonJacks," he answered as he shook Bob's hand."Is this the boy you called about?" Bob asked Ron."Yes and what he wants to tell you sounds credible." Do you prefer Wing or Tommy?" Bob asked."You might as well call me Tommy. The bottom of the dress fell just below my knees. It took a minute to get the apron tied and adjusted comfortably. A pair of black flats completed the outfit.I looked at myself in the mirror. Completely ridiculous. But maybe also kind of sweet and harmless. An over the top slutty French maid outfit wouldn’t be appropriate around children, but this attire made it unmistakable that the wearer was responsible for domestic chores while still maintaining modesty.I waited with dread for a long time. Fleur wrapped her arms around my neck, drew me to her and kissed me, her tongue dancing with mine. Our breasts mashed together, our firm nipples grazing, my orgasm building. Our slick folds slid together linked by tenacious strings of honey.Overcome by desire and need, I felt like a wild beast claiming my mate. My pussy throbbed and I knew I was about to be consumed by orgasmic fire. Fleur’s ragged breathing, flushed cheeks, and desperate moaning told me she was too.And when her body shook. Ryan obeyed my command and walked into the bathroom. why do you even need perfume? because, I like to smell like- I paused and squinted at the bottle Ryan passed to me. Pink sugar is that even a thing? he asked. I dont know but it smells good, I said popping open the cap and whirling the scent under his nose. I still like the way you smell way better, Ryan bent over me. He set his hands on either side of the counter around me forcing me to rather be pressed against the counter or embrased.