I am sorry that I have let you down. I got so wrapped up in improving that I forgot some of the important things, like you. I will do better in the fu...ure.”God, he had a sense of déjà vu. It wasn’t just in the sense of going back in time, where that old idiom would become literal, but in the sense that he’d had the same conversation with Pat already.She shrugged and nodded. “Let’s go back in; it’s cold as hell out here.”“Sure.”“Dad’s got some cocoa going.”“Nice. Marshmallows, I hope.” He. I grimaced in pain."You've been a naughty, naughty, girl," Stan whispered in my ear."Now listen," the other officer said, "You're clearly new to this. SoI'm sure we can figure out an arrangement that will allow you to walkout of here with nothing more than a verbal warning. Does that soundlike how you'd like this all to work out?"I nodded again."Jesus Christ, are you sure you ain't a fucking blonde, because, I sureas hell did not hear an answer to my very simple question." Yessir, I would like. She smiled and took both my balls, one with each hand, her thumbs and fingers, and began lightly squeezing and massaging them. I got an immediate erection, didn't phase her. She then confirmed by asking me if she could massage them how she would like? I said yea, of course. She then got some oil and lubed them up, took her left hand and snitched up my balls pulling them upward trapped on-top of her hand, thumb and forefinger. She then took the palm of her other hand and started pressing on my. "You're challenging me for the king of quips? Don't quit your day job, sweetie." He grinned at me. "Your turn." I grinned back, stood up, and started working on my blouse. "Now we have the lovely and talented Natalie Weinberg," he went on. "I don't know what number's on the back of her shirt, but I do know there's too many buttons on the front of it." I looked up and smirked at him, and just kept working on the buttons. "Natalie is sporting-what are those, 36 D's?" Good guess," I grinned."I'm.