Looking at the officers, moving through the station like controlled robots, their faces showed the frustrations and boredom of the job.Taking pride of...place in the centre of the smiling pictures was the Chief Inspector, Mr John Taylor. The image showed a man with determination and pride written all over him. His tailor made suit, clinging to every curve of his frame, was a perfect fit. Aged in his mid-fifties, he looked toned and in good shape. Standing to attention, chest out and shoulders. She still wore short skirts and high heels, but she stopped deliberately teasing the boys in the front row. She still crossed and uncrossed her legs a lot and she occasionally spread them wide, but she stopped deliberately pulling up her skirt and she stopped taking off her bra. She did wear half-cup push up brassieres and did wear blouses that showed some cleavage, but she stopped deliberately bending at the waist in front of her students to give them a really good look. She wouldn't pass up. All of this turned me on so much, I shot past the point of no return, and I didn’t even have a moment to really try to hold it in. My cum splashed inside her, forcing my body to shake as well. With each gush of cumr, my body would shake a little. As my climax came to an end I realized I had both my hands on her hips, pushing her down onto my erection. Apparently we both wanted my cock as deep inside her pussy as it would go while we were cumming. We took a few seconds, perhaps even a full. I placed clip-on earrings onto each nipple and asked how much for the pair. “Ahh! Two thousand,” she said with lustful eyes and saliva running down her chin. I picked up another chain with a diamond on it and put it around her neck. She ran a hand over her chest and rubbed the drool on her chest onto the chains around her neck. I placed my hands around her hips and moved her over to the filing desk. “And this?” “Another three.” She practically moaned the words. I ran my hands over her ass.