I smiled to myself, as well as I could, and swirled my tongue out of my mouth, giving her balls a lick, before pulling my head back, letting my tongue...press against the underside of the throbbing dick between my lips. Her body twisted again, a wave of muscles convulsing around her and she thrust her hips at me again as I circled her head with my tongue and it was such a wonderful feeling to have her entire body under my control in such a submissive manner. Every flick of my tongue making her. She had neither a watch nor her phone. The latter was in her bag. She had left it somewhere last night, in her rush to get fucked by bloody Steve.And afterwards, there was George. As Jennifer stood under the almost cold shower, she recalled his calm, resonant voice, and her body remembered the touch of his strong, caring hands. He did not know her. Jennifer only knew him by sight and not from the beach. She had heard that Ironmonger, like her, was a recent arrival in Banks Estuary. However,. Dress code. Regulations. It’s like any outfit. Things won’t get better until people start behaving, and they won’t behave until they are told to behave and believe there will be consequences if they don’t. If anything, things will get worse before they get better. There will be some officers who decide they don’t like the new chief and will quit. That will cut the numbers even more. Same with training. Training has been cut to almost zero. Even an average training level will pull officers off. There was so much of it, and it was so thick that it splattered noisily against their boobs. I painted four more thick ropes of jizz back and forth, completely glazing their tits, with pools of cum collecting where their tits pressed together. Aiming higher up, I painted their faces with a few powerful blasts each, before despising the last of my cum directly in their mouths. Even the last few shots were more than enough to fill each of their mouths to overflowing.With my orgasm done, my little.