And for the record, I ain't no fucking mall cop. I am an investigator. I sit in a room full of cameras, watching the store for shoplifters, watching t...e employees for theft. And sometimes, I just watch. The name's Marlowe, Sam Marlowe and for the last two years this room has been my sanctuary and my prison, observing the lives of my co-workers, which rules forbid me from co-mingling with. Of course this job does have it's thrills, like the adrenaline rush of stopping a shoplifter, never knowing. Her tops were a little tight showing her curves proper . I sent a text saying her husband is lucky and she replied why . I responded “cos he has a s***y wife”. She understood that i said sexy and replied with a wink emoticon .Slowly she started responding to talks like this and I started sending forwards mostly sexy ones . One night she kept texting for a long time and I asked if her husband is not there and she said he had gone for an urgent office trip and wont be back for few days . I wanted. The morgue attendant pulled the boxers off and stood there for a minute as my rod stood straight up. Slowly his gloved hand touched it and I thought "Oh no"; he wants me. But he released my hard dick and went to the telephone. A short time later I heard female voices entering the morgue. Three nurses walked up to the morgue table and the Morgue Attendant told the older one; "Maureen you said if I ever got a handsome corpse with a hard dick you'd fuck him right on the slab"."So here's your. Candy watched in silence until he did touch her panties. Her hands came down with the skirt to gently block another pantie strike, covering her panties with her skirt, saying, "Barry, I don't think you should rub my legs that high up." But, they're so soft and lovely. I want to touch every square micron of your gorgeous legs." Barry pushed the skirt back up to her middle."We're not really alone. It's just pretend." She pulled the skirt down.I said, "There are only two people in this car."Barry.