I was feeling very awkward as never before I had met a strange man like this. Kumarji was a young handsome looking person clad in white kurta and dhot..., perhaps he was Gujrati business man. Sheelaji, thank you for agreeing to meet me, I had great liking for you as Mrs. Nigam may have told you. I kept looking at him. He was softly speaking, Sheelaji, let me be frank, I like you, and would like if we could be friends. But only you really like. He kept on praising my body, my dress, my hands. Mrs.. I grabbed a cup of coffee and hurried to the shower taking my douche bottle and a small dildo with me. I didn't have time to shower so I just worked on cleaning the can. Taking the douche and using the dildo to make sure I wasn't going to make a mess I realized something, I was a little sore from the day before.Just about the time, I got some clean fishnet on there was a knock at the door. I could see Blues cock straining to get out of his pants on its own. Poor guy, I thought.I pulled Blue. Of course, my pussy's just as wet as when I started. I give it back to her. "Oh, Eileen, I don't know about you, but my tits are so sensitive. Are yours? Would you lean over the seat just a bit and let me see how sensitive your tits are? I would love to lick them and suck them — I didn't see much of them but they looked just lovely. I would love to find out if playing with your nipples makes you all hot and soupy wet like me. Don't you think Dan's dick would get all big and thick watching me. Her jet black pencil skirt showed no speck of dust, her short sleeved shirt bright white, pressed and cut to fit exactly, her black tie as thin as her the look in her eyes, her belt as shiny as the gloss on her lips. An identity tag, "Constable 70748, Margery Dennis," hung from her belt.James caught himself staring at her. He knew there would be trouble if she noticed. He looked down quickly, staring at the table.The woman that had arrested him and another plain clothes officer came into the.