So I brought back her arms and tied them together. I then did a bra tie after unbottoning her shirt. She protested at this but I said that "I am in ch...rge now". So she remained silent. I now tied her legs together with more rope.She tried the knots but I knew what I was doing, she was going nowhere.I went to the drawer and tock a scarf, lumped it together into a lump. I gently removed her hair from her face and she seemed to enjoy the feling of me stroking her neck. As she saw the scarf ball. I suppose he’s my uncle-in-law.”“Emma?” Liz asked, narrowing her eyes slightly.“Emmy,” Zoe corrected with a slight blush.“I totally tried to get Zoe’s wife to audition as a backup dancer for me,” Liz said, smiling. “She’s a real stunner.”I nodded as I put pieces together in my head. The police officer was Brock Miller’s half sister; she was gay and married to the niece of another Dodgers player; and she had parlayed those ties into a plum assignment on the “high-profile” squad.Then I looked. ”“Ain’t happenin.” He took another sip. “I hear you gotta start attendin’ some board meetings.”“Yeah, kinda strange. I guess the board wanted somebody from the Department at the meetings. I figured Shannon would do it, but he said something about them asking for me.”“Shannon’s been making noise about retiring for a while. I hear Harlan brought your name up, thinks you ought to attend some meetings, see if you would work as Sheriff someday. Shocked the pure hell out of some of the church-goin’. “Girls are fine, but there's nothing like a young man eager to please.” Bishopress Bryanna of the New York Diocese and her daughter, another of my many half-sisters, each took a lick of my pussy and both absolutely loved my taste. “I want her, Mommy,” the daughter begged. “I absolutely have to own her.” “We'll see,” Bryanna answered. “There are a lot more important people here than us. But I'm sure we can get you one of the girls.” “I want this one,” the girl declared. She was sixteen and wild,.