The Inspector walked in and looked around, listening for any noise. He was annoyed; the raid had had to be hastily arranged and brought forward as som... pesky newspaper had splashed across their front page something he had been working on and he therefore had to move fast.Richard Williamson, and most of the Police force, knew about Jaroslav Doszak but getting him red-handed was hard. The newspaper may have beaten them to it, but he was nearing an arrest anyway for the attempted fraud of the. I was surprised at my level of disappointment, but he had definitely gotten my engine running, and removing his hand seemed to be shifting me into a lower gear.To my surprise, Ben didn’t completely remove his hand, he merely shifted it down to the back of my dress, and while we continued to stand off the side, chatting and watching the party around us, he reached under my dress and found my dripping cun. After rubbing around the edges of my pussy lips for a minute or two, he slid 2 fingers. Seriously. Fizzlethip. You know what sounds awesome? Lady Ailara. That’s really my first name. You know what sounds atrociously stupid? Ailara Fizzlethip. Ugh. But, dear reader, I digress. After the initial annoyance at hearing my husband’s stupid name, I actually pulled back and relaxed. The bounty huntress had made a horrible miscalculation in this plan. Oluth and ‘Tia fucking until exhausted? I hoped for Malarielle’s sake that she’d brought enough food and water for herself to last that. ”“Okay, for starters, what is Nicky short for?” I began.“Oh, no. My darkest secret right off the bat,” she said dramatically.“You’re so full of shit,” Stacy said.“You’re right. Busted,” Nicky grinned. “My full name is Nicosia Monique Moore. Greece meets France, do not pass Italy, do not pass Go.”“So you’re really, ‘Nicky Nicky Moore, ‘“ Stacy giggled.“Hey, we all can’t be ‘Stacy Renee, ‘ can we?” Nicky said, more than a little defensively.This was not off to a good start. Time for damage.