Paul wasn't especially drawn to the busy social whirl, but he had no cause to be jealous. He knew that Beatrice loved her. Barely a day went by when t...ey didn't make love, so Paul had no reason to doubt this. He never probed her about any extramarital activity and Beatrice never said anything that might arouse his suspicions. He was a lucky man to have such a beautiful and sensual wife. If anything, Paul felt guilty that he wasn't equal to her prodigious sexual demands.Even though Beatrice was. He whispers, "Fuck, Amy, you're amazing," and applies more pressure. The flange at the base of his head breaches the opening and is drawn in. There's a pop as he enters fully, to which I'm unable to stifle a groan, loud enough that there are sniggers the other side of the cubicle wall and lewd comments about someone having a good time.As Will eases in further, that person having a good time is definitely me. With my virgin arsehole now stretched as wide as necessary, the going is easier and. Want you ladies and gentlemen to know how proud of you I am. I feel a special feeling for each of you and the way you've handled a very tough and taxing season. I know I've been adamant about who you've talked to and how we acted in public and now I think you all realize that there are many in the media who would think nothing of ruining you or us to get a story. Under all that pressure, you've blossomed like a weed growing through a concrete sidewalk. You couldn't be stopped. These are not. I joined then because their conversation was about Sergeant Carrie Thompson. I had met her briefly, while I was dealing with Bristol Peace. It seemed as though she had been promoted to the Murder Squad. So that's why Blevins sent her to me, I thought. It was also because I was waiting for the other shoe to drop on the Bristol Peace episode.The two street cops gave me the rundown on Thompson. She wasn't young, pretty or white so life had been tough for her during her ten years in law.