The door opens and out steps a sheepish looking Michelle to loud cheers. She is petite with long dark hair, her pretty face somewhat ashen despite bei...g gaudily made up. “That red lippy will look good on me cock.”Michelle is wearing a tightly buttoned white blouse and black pencil skirt, tottering in high heels and shyly engaging with the camera, her appearance and demeanour suggesting a nervous school leaver being interviewed for a secretarial job. She is centre stage, the bodies hovering in. It fit her breasts as if it wasn’t even there, every curve showing as if she was standing naked in front of me.She turned slightly so I could see the back. It was bare from right below her neck to the small of her back, a large oval cut-out. The hem was about eight inches above her knees. Below that, she had on shiny, black boots with at least a four-inch heel. The boots were as skin tight as the dress, extending to just below her knees, with her gold anklet hanging over one, still on her left. "Giulia," she said, still standing with her back against the door. I motioned Martina to come closer. "Lick me clean, my little girlfriend," I told her. Martina smiled, getting into a role that was comfortable and familiar to her. She went to the floor on all fours, slowly crawling up to me. When she had reached the bed, she carefully pushed my skirt up all the way and began to lick up along my thighs. If she minded the woman watching us, she didn't show it. I moaned, squirming a little when. “No,” the desk sergeant answered. He took a deep breath and said, “I’m afraid that we can’t help you with the names of the gang members. Our records are highly sensitive.”Sonny spit into his foam cup earning a disgusted look from the police officer.He asked, “Is that your final answer?”“Yes,” the desk sergeant answered.Sonny said, “I guess I’ll just have to ask my attorney to get that information released to me. I’m sure there is some mechanism ... something like the freedom of information act.