Of course I said yes, and she did at my bidding..“I’m dripping’ she’d said. “my nickers are becoming soaking wet” and then she’d slip he... finger forward and touch her clit. “Oh god that feels so good – are you hard yet?”Am I hard, what a stupid question. I was iron bar rigid.Then Pam wriggled a finger in each leg and pulled her nickers down to the floor. I could see her pink lips parting as she returned to tracing her slit.I so wanted to come behind her now and shag her senseless.Pam stood. They didn't say anything, so I assume they won't be back." Damn! That will leave us short of deputies." That's what I was told by the dispatcher, that's also why I sent a team out to the airport to bring everything important back here; that will free up deputies for other things."He looked at me, laughed, and then said. "The military won't like that one bit; I don't even know what they have there." Well, we're going to find out."After the conversation I left the clinic and headed back to the. I was putting the finishing touches on a gift for her when you called.’ ‘Something special?’ ‘Yeah. I’ll show it to you next time you’re round.’ ‘Sophie’s left,’ he said abruptly. ‘Ah shit, sorry man.’ Sophie was his wife who’d stuck with him through his prison term. ‘Yeah. This time I think it’s for good. I’m not clean anymore and, well, there’s not much to stick around for.’ At times like this, Philip remained silent. ‘Can I come by, get a beer and one of those sandwiches or something.’. His gaze returned to his sketch, and she glanced down at the modest handfuls squeezed together and pushed high by the constriction of her gown beneath the wispy lace fishu. For the first few days of her capture modesty had demanded she where a corset at all times. Until comfort prevailed. Miriam fiddled with the lace fichu tucked modestly between her breasts. Again, those green eyes were drawn from the pad before him. Hmm… Taking a deep breath, Miriam eased the fichu from around her shoulders.