Her pussy was even wetter. I wondered idly, if that was even possible. The lips were soft and inviting. I knew I wanted to suck them, so I knelt and b...gan to taste her. I kissed her pussy lightly and blew on it, and she thrashed on the bed covers. She tasted of salt and something like the description on a package of some smooth afternoon coffee it didn't look like I was going to get today: sweet and inviting with smoky notes and a hint of mystery. I would savor her. I would drink her in. “Beg. Donna thought about it for the rest of the afternoon with Lisa. "Let me know what you decide. If you want to talk to my friend about this, I can give you her name. She can tell you what it's all about," Lisa said. Donna went home with the idea in her head. For the rest of the day, the idea of her as a stripper was in the front of her mind. That night Donna couldn't sleep. She got up and went into the bathroom. She took off her nightgown and stood in front of the full length mirror in nothing. One of her heels had fallen off and she used her stocking adorned foot to press me down on my back as she removed her other heel with her free hands. "Now, I want you to take off your clothes and lay on the bed, and don't you dare touch that cock!"She removed her foot from my chest and I quickly jump up onto my feet and tore off my clothes. By the time I was naked and lying on her warm bed, she was standing at the head of the bed bracing herself with her hands against the ceiling. Her legs were. One moment she was angrily discussing world domination with the queen and now the 'fresh' oddity of being fitted for a dress uniform!'Hand tailoring' while not unknown in the circles Key traveled, were more the province of the dirt poor, the mega-eccentric or the uber-rich.She, like Mihoshi occupied none of those categories.As detectives first and third class respectively however both police women had grown accustom to the usually stringent, off times almost insane budget restrictions imposed.