We thought that that would be a fine idea so we polished off our drinks at went to our rooms to change.While I was waiting for you to finish getting r...ady for supper I checked out the TV. I first looked over the guide sitting on top of the 32” set and didn’t see anything noteworthy until I looked up what the * meant at the bottom of the card. Apparently the * indicated that there were ‘additional’ channels listed in a separate pamphlet located in the desk. I dug out the separate listing and. When I got back in, she said it was her turn. She opened her door, sat down on the door sill, and proceeded to pee on the pavement. She was wearing a skirt that night, but I hadn't seen any panties, so just for the hell of it, I asked her if she was wearing underwear. She said, “Of course not. You know I don't use 'em”. I didn't react, on purpose. What I did was to ask her if I could take a look at her pistol. She said sure, pulled up her skirt and pulled the pistol out of her bellyband. "Got your licence or any other ID on you?" She asked.when Jamie admitted he didnt, the officer told Jamie he was to be taken to the station. Jamie hadnt been pulled over before so wasnt sure how this went.the officer drove away with Jamie in her company.After a few miles Jamie was convinced they were heading the wrong way for the station.They pulled into a call park. The officer got out and went to a factory unit, opened the door and came back to fetch Jamie.Once inside, Jamie noted the chair. The excitement welled up inside her. There was no doubt he would ask her to fuck herself here. It was frightening to do it in such a public place, but at the same time, she preferred it to being fucked by other people. She’d take Wesley on the phone over frat guys in person any day.“I saw that you wore a skirt today,” he said. “Are you wearing underwear?”“No,” Amaya answered.“Smart girl. Have you ever used lubricant before?”“No,” she said. “I’ve never really had a problem getting wet.”Wesley.