My erection pushed against the front of the skirt some, but it wasn’t noticeable, unless you were looking for it.“Are you both ready to go?” the...police officer asked.Since I’d arrived nude, I had nothing to take with me. I nodded.Det. Cox escorted us down the hall, to an elevatorAfter the door closed and she’d pushed the button for the proper floor, the red-headed detective said, “There are several photographers waiting out front for you to exit. I thought you’d prefer for me to drive you. She snatched a hold of the waistband of his shorts, and pulled it towards her. Mr. King didn’t object. She peered down inside. A fast-growing erection was rising to greet her. A bead of sweat fell from her brow onto her chest. Mr. King watched it closely as it trickled its way down her voluptuous breast, heading towards an almost throbbing nipple. He had an urge to intercept it with his tongue, and then to swallow up her hard nipple in his mouth. Jennifer reached inside his shorts with her. "Mack said, "I know. We cut it off. The police took it. I have a shirt in my locker. I'll get it." He left with Gretchen.I grinned. "I don't think she plans to let him loose. I've never seen her like that before. I like it though."They were back in ten minutes. Mack was grinning and Gretchen was blushing. "We came in while a few people were changing. Gretchen got to see a lot more of doctors than she expected. I suddenly wished I had been wearing scrubs today." Gretchen was now really. Sigurd was directing warriors to load gold, tools, salt, and other items of value onto one of the carts. Stores of food were loaded onto two more. Ivar’s body was wrapped and placed onto a cart with our supplies. Our wounded were placed onto the last one.I watched as Byrn and two of his men went to each of the villagers I had pointed out and executed them one-by-one. The family of the man with the broken leg protested, the wife beating her hands against Byrn’s chest. He backhanded her.