His huge, manly arms, full of muscles and strong sinews enveloped me as my hands stroked and caressed his sides. He laid me back on his bed. He kissed...all down my torso, then kissing all the way back up, lifting my top with his nose. He finished off pulling it off and over my head with his hands. He kissed all around my breasts. Each kiss was a tender love letter. He wound in and around them. Working closer and closer to my nipples. My nipples which were threatening to pop like party poppers,. 18 troopers per shift ... and there’s six of them standing in the corridor. That’s an awful lot of the northern tier’s road patrols waiting on me.“Karen Post?”“Shit.”One of the troopers said, “That’s a yes.”Another one said, “Miss Post. We’d like to have a little chat.”I’d like to say we met in Annalise’s room. We didn’t. We met in a rather grand conference room on the top floor.I’d like to say it was just us seven. It wasn’t.I’d like to say the government wasn’t involved. They were ... on a. She was very angry and attacked me like going to kill me. I stopped her and said if she kills me she goes to jail and I had written a letter that she was torturing me for sex. The letter is in my house and police will find out. I wont be seen as pervert but a small boy harassed by an aunty for cougar. She will become slut and her husband will divorce her. He may even remarry and will abandon her daughter thinking someone might be her father. Her daughter will be called as prostitutes daughter. One of the things Jefferson loved about his wife; was her sexual appetite. Marcy was voracious. They enjoyed just about any kink that an active sexual mind can come up with, and then some. Marcy was bisexual, in a big way. She would often bring home, an 'old college roommate' for the two of them to enjoy. Marcy also loved role-playing sexual games. The first night she came into their bedroom dressed as "Kelly', Jefferson practically ripped the costume from her body. That fantasy fuck was one.