“No, but if he has something to hide, he might want to get one,” Detective Kitchens said. “You don’t have anything to hide, do you, David?”�...�Of course I do,” I said, and the look on the detective’s face was worth it. “I’m a teenager!”Mom gave me a look that told me to stop messing around. I put on my best little angel face.“Right,” Detective Kitchens said, and I was glad I wasn’t alone in the room with him. “Well, then, let me ask you some questions.”Dad’s phone buzzed. He looked at it and. “Mister Wilkinson, I spoke out of turn yesterday and I am deeply ashamed. Please accept my humble and most contrite apology.”Wilkinson gave her a great beam of a smile. “You are passionate about what you care about, and I value that in a person, especially in females, who are sometimes flighty and rather butterfly-like in their opinions. I accept your gracious apology Missus Crudwright.” He gave Chastity a sly look. “As your husband and I have been acquainted since our school days I know he. She then slid her panties over her hips and down her slender legs, revealing the dark patch in the crotch from her arousal; she stepped out of them and tossed them to one side along with the bra. She was left standing there completely nude a small well trimmed triangle of hair just above her slit. She began taking more pictures of herself; she must have taken around thirty before she finally stopped. Sitting back down at her computer she connected her camera and began to flick through the. More uncertainty adorned Buster’s face. “Let’s do it, boy,” Bobby announced, with bravado.As their knobs were exposed Buster let out a huge sigh when he saw the huge ten-inch uncut dick that Bobby was packing.“Now we’re going back to my motel, and tonight you’ll be my bitch,” Bobby said, with a growl.Although Buster wasn’t the best looking guy in the world, his huge gym toned body was magnificent. Interestingly, Buster’s former bolshie demeanour softened into one of obedience, and like a puppy.