Then again this was all part of his plan, so he probably could guess what I was feeling pretty easily. Then I noticed his expression shift from a grin...to something not quite angry, but stern. Like a parent about to scold their child for stealing a cookie from the cookie jar before supper. I didn't realise why at first, but when I saw his eyes flick down under the desk and back up I realised I had my hand between my legs again. Not quite rubbing my clit, but close enough. I immediately snatched. "Cum for me, shoot that hot juicy cum all over me, cum all over my tits."After about 15 minutes I got up and start cumming all over your big firm tits.You cried out, "Yes, cum all over my titties baby." As you start rubbing my cum all over and playing with your nipples and saying, "See how hard my nipples are for you."I then tell you "Clean my dick up with your mouth and then go clean the bathrooms.This time there are no complaints from you. You just got up and do as you were told to do.In. ”‘Oh, he’s the best,” Shelly gushed. “When he wraps me up in his arms I feel so safe.”Jeff felt a flush and avoided their eyes until the butterflies settled in his stomach.“Can I ask you a question?” Shelly hesitated and looked down at her fingers. “It’s kinda personal.”“Sure,” Shawna said. “We’re all mates.”“Can you tell me what ... sex feels like?” she whispered the last.“Well,” Shawna said with a flush of her own spreading from the tops of her breasts. “For me, it starts off kinda like. Before the war, the police generally got away with the occasional act of petty harassment, so long as they didn't accidentally pick on someone with powerful connections, and if they got caught, the 'investigation' was typically performed by their peers, with notably lenient results, and any subsequent prosecution decisions were made by government officials whose success depended on good relations with the police.Nowadays, we had an entire police force dedicated to finding crimes by politicians.