Ming was a local policeman in his home village, he had grown up there. He was familiar with the people and he was well liked. Their province was built...around the rice fields, the wet seasons had not begun so most of the men of the village had left for the large cities in the far east. This meant there wasn’t much policing needed, no drunken fighting to break up in the evening, no spousal arguments that needed the firm hand of the law. If anything he craved a little excitement. Ming was. Yet there was no escape, for even when she looked away from the screen, the image was burned indelibly on her brain like a white-hot filament.~You want to swap pictures?~ she asked.~Yeah, sure~Before Emma could work out how to upload an image, the skull avatar disappeared, to be replaced by the face of a middle-aged man. Passable without inducing the wow factor on first sight, it was the face an older man nonetheless. Just a shame he was so far away.~Very nice~ she replied, as much out of. She loved a blush.The car pulled up to the curb near the bar in mid Manhattan. Debbie graciously left the car. She noticed the driver eyeing her cleavage as she stepped out. Debbie had beautiful breasts and was well endowed with a 38D cup size. They looked great on her body especially with her flat stomach and great ass. She smiled back at him and adjusted her shirt giving him a great view of her luscious tits. She was feeling very naughty.She entered the bar/pub; one of hundreds along 3rd. Her skirt has an elastic waistband so he hooks a finger over the side and pulls it out and slightly down. “Look for yourself,” he says, being a gentleman and not looking himself.Tabitha already knows, so she doesn’t have to look. But it is so much more fun pretending not to know she did wrong than to admit that she is well aware of the fact. So she glances down, making herself blush and slides a hand down inside her skirt, acting like she needs a physical inspection to make sure. She snatches.