There was a counter with a coffee machine on it and a microwave. A refrigerator stood on one wall. I guess crime was pretty low-key on the island and ...hey didn’t need a proper interrogation room. The cells were probably more for drunks to sleep it off in than for criminals.“United States Secret Service,” he added, showing me a shiny gold badge. It was shaped like a star, with rounded points. It looked more like a sheriff’s badge than something I’d have thought the secret service would have. “I. .. (a malicious smile is drawn on his face).Q, as the copy-girl, is also a "peculiar" but secretly since every person with talents in this world must report to the academy without exception, and he has no intention of reporting himself.Q can take control of other people's bodies when they sleep at the same time as him, Q's body sleeps normally while his conscience can lift and use his guest's body as if it were his ownHe has used it with classmates and teachers who have fallen asleep in his. Once he was sure the little tatterdemalions were focused on the disgusting culinary task at hand, he unzipped his jeans and removed a rather full, though not necessarily long, limp dick and balls and let them hang in front of the opening of his pants. Mrs. Hardinger looked from her nails and gasped when she finally saw his pendulous cock waving inches from her face. "Are you crazy, you little shit?" she said with a hiss." The 50+ shapely mound of curves shot a glance toward her afternoon. She had not been fucked since long and so I had to give her more powerful push and with a little more effort I was completely inside her. She made sexy moves when my cock was completely inside her and I bent forward to taste her nipples with my tongue. I started stroking her and the speed increased wit every stroke. I put all my power in pumping her pussy and she also reacted accordingly. She held me tightly in both her hands and encouraged me to fuck her hard with her sexy and sweet cries.