I,m ##!” she quoted a well know Hollywood actress from back in the 1960s who I will not mention We shook hands and I noticed that her hands had warm...d up at least, but once she,d opened her coat the dress she wore underneath did little to keep,her body warm. “If I were you I,d wear a bit more under that coat while you,re here in cold icy North Dakota!” I advised her. “Yes having been born not far from here I should know better, but living in California I sort of forgot what it can be like. Her legs were wrapped in black leggings her ass not showing any sign of panties underneath. Her feet were just in a simple pair of flat black pumps. My cock twitched in to action. Another good thing about this bus other than comfy seats is that it doesn’t have any CCTV in it, just a mirror at the front of the bus so the driver can see if there’s any trouble on the upper deck. If he were to look at this mirror now all he would see is 2 people just sitting in their seats and then he would have. ‘I’ll be fine. I’m off to see my father now and then I’ll be gone to Bête.’ she said and left for her father’s office. ‘Isabelle, my dear..’ her father said and hugged her. ‘I’m really sorry about this.’ She hugged her father back. ‘It’s not your fault. And I’m tough, he won’t get me down.’ He pulled back and grabbed her shoulders, looking with pride at his youngest daughter. ‘I’ll bet you’ll put him in his place when he goes too far.’ ‘Count on it.’ she said with a wicked smile. She said quick. After a few seconds the light moved away from her face and she saw the torso of the cop in the window opening of her car door. One hand was poised over his holstered gun while the other shone a club-sized flashlight into the car. “Have you been drinking alcohol this evening, Ma’am?” She shook her head and uttered a barely audible, “No.” “Ingested any drugs? Prescription or otherwise?” “N-no.” The nervous young woman looked up at her interrogator’s face as he questioned her. The brim of his.