Then I started removing her clothes as she said,Chachi: You are very good at massaging!Me: Thanks chachi!Chachi: I knew you had something in your mind...since the beginning of the massage.Me: how…How did you know?Chachi: I could feel it hitting my spine.Me: Yes, it was your deep cleavage.As soon as I finished my sentence she pushed me onto her breasts and started playing with my penis over my shorts and kept moaning. I was pressing and sucking her breasts hard. Her erect brown nipples made me go. I'd often fantasised about him when I touched myself. I saw the door to the interrogation room open, the side I was not in. I looked through the one-way glass and saw them run into the room. They were both grinning as they kissed each other. I knew I should leave. I knew it was wrong to watch them, but I couldn't help it. I sat on the chair and put the paperwork down next to me. Kevin ripped off the girl's shirt; buttons flew everywhere. To my surprise she wasn't wearing a bra. Her brown. It came back to him, their mutual recognition at what he had presumed wastheir first meeting. "Killis?" he whispered, all colour draining from hisface.A tear streamed down her check to drop upon her left breast and run in arivulet between the curves of her cleavage."But I bedded you. You let me..." He turned his memory to the eveningbefore, his teeth gritting in anger and his entire body shuddering withpent rage.The girl nodded. "I could have stopped had I wanted to. But I did notwant to!" Her. That would be a dream come true. Do you go to many concerts?’ ‘Not as often as I’d like. My wife and I had season tickets years ago and I’ve continued buying them to support the concert series.’ ‘So you’re married?’ ‘She died from cancer. Melanoma.’ ‘Oh no. That’s sad. How long ago?’ ‘Six years. I miss her, especially when I return home from these long trips. It was always like our honeymoon all over again. What about you? Are you married?’ ‘I was. After six years, we gave up. My travel.