“Hey,” she snaps. “Not in a common area.”Riona groans in frustration and lets Delilah go. The other girl pulls back, wiping her dripping face....��Get a room,” Tracy says, wagging a finger.Tracy’s cool about most things, but not when there’s a detective walking around.Down the hall and behind a locked door, an officer named Olivia poses in front of a mirror, admiring her muscular, firm, bubble butt as it appears in a pair of black boy shorts, then snapping several photos of it.Next door, a shy. I couldn’t help a moan escaping from my open mouth. She slowly pulled the boxers down, letting my dick free. It stood at a right angle to my body obscuring my view of her face, until she rose above me. She straddled me and let me enter her tight, impossibly wet pussy. Her hips rotated, she was grinding on my cock letting it fill her pussy as she rocked on me. My hands went to her hips and I held them, my fingers against her soft warm skin as she rode my cock. Her hands ran over her body again,. All of a sudden I let out a yelp as the thin paddle came down across thehead of my trapped clitty.The bell rang again and I new then that I would be very sore the nextfew days."Oh you poor little girl. Did I hit your little clitty with my paddle.Such a shame," she mocked me. "If you had a real pussy like Angela thatnever would have happened you know. Maybe you should have Miss Loriremove it for you!"I heard the laughter as the count started over and the paddle raineddown again. I am not sure. He took my ‘getting busy’ hand and sniffed it. He then kissed my fingers and put them in his mouth one by one. “You taste good,” he whispered. “I want more.” I nodded slowly, surprised by his forward behavior. He spread my legs apart and stared at my panties, salivating. Peeling them down, he noticed my trimmed mound and took mental notes. Linebacker stared at my chestnut-colored skin, littered with healed scars from years of being a tomboy and having a bad case of chickenpox. He inserted one.