I ran my hand down the crack of her ass, over her little asshole and down, further, until I reached her slit which was deliciously wet. Penetrating he... just a little I wet my fingers and then spread the juice over her pussylips which were parting as though they had received some inaudible order. She groaned with pleasure, and I turned her over, her legs falling apart as she came around, so that her shaved pussy was offered to me in all its naked glory. I went down with my tongue, licking slowly. Cupping her breasts firmly, he pushed his body against hers, sandwiching her between the two of them."How dare you interfere with our work," he said squeezing them roughly. "You have no authority here, you are PROPERTY and belong to US. What don't you fucking understand about that?" Fuck you Joe," she hissed, still seething."What a little firecracker," CGB said smiling. "You are going to need a lot of house-training aren't you?" Do you know this man? Is that it?" Murph asked looking toward. Although no onedirectly acknowledged it, they all know Joan was talking about her latehusband, Tom Fuller, also a Corrections Sergeant in the Dixon CountyJail. It had been seven years since he had vanished while in the finalstages of terminal prostate cancer.The search for Tom Fuller had been exhaustive; law enforcement rarelylets one of their own go easily. But no trace of him was ever found.None of Joan's colleagues would have believed that Tom Fuller wassitting there, right in front of them,. She was my next door neighbour and I'd only moved into the neighbourhood two weeks earlier. She'd struck up a conversation with me on the day I'd moved in, and now I could see what she had had in mind.After a day or two, she had invited herself into my house for coffee and a few days after that brushed aside the inevitable move that I made on her."Sorry," I told her, "I thought you wanted to be fucked." I do please K," she blushed and explained, "I do, but my husband must be involved. I want.