Detective Midnight put on his Sherlock Homes hat that he adored so much and followed the young police officer, who was now leading him to the scene of...the crime. There were ten police cars outside the home, all sirens flashing. From the looks of it most all the police officers were outside, and his escort nodded to one of them and lifted the ‘Caution - Crime Scene Tape’, and let him go under it. He was led into the house. It was more of a mansion, or palace, than a house - opulent flooring,. Though she was a bit shorter standing somewhere around 5'3" or 5'4" and about 135lbs or so, she was thick in every sense of the word. Or as I like to say thicker than a snicker. Her complexion was a light shade of brown with a golden glow to it. She rocked a shaved cut which she dyed blonde and it fit her perfectly. Her breasts were small enough for her to be a part of the itty bitty titty committee but probably not by much. Her prize attribute as far as I was concerned was the thorough-bred. Her blouse was gaping a little more and I could see the edge of her nipples over the low cut bra. She undid the last button and pulled at my jeans. i wriggled a bit as they came down to my knees, and she began to rub my erect and very hard cock through my trunks, running her hand down to my balls and squeezing them just a little too hard but having a very good effect.She kept saying, “Mmmmm you have a very hard cock, I am going to enjoy making it choke, I am going to choke it and make it throw. “That was incredible, Sasha.”I smiled down at him, my blonde hair swaying about my face. My small breasts were quivering as the pleasure of my orgasm rippled through me. “See, you do something nice for me, and I make you explode.”He chuckled. “You know I like fixing things that go wrong. You don't have to pay me with pussy every time.”“But it's my duty,” I said. I was raised very strictly. My mother never spoke a word of English to me, but she was full of aphorisms. “A happy wife is one with a.