I freshened up and hurried back to my office. By lunch time we had worked through almost all of the files. There were only a half dozen left for this ...fternoon.At 11:30, Blake stood and said, "Come on. We are going for an early lunch. I want to beat the rush."I stood and grabbed my purse. I had felt relatively comfortable here in my office with Blake. It was my own little safety zone. I was nervous about leaving it. But it wasn't my decision to make.We went out of the building and turned in the. " Oh, you missed the police raids in the middle of the night then. Well, I never saw them when I was there, but guess who tended out to be at that bloody party in Torquay?" What, both of them?" I don't know for sure about him, but I'm damned sure it was her in the background of one of the photographs that the bastard sent Stephanie." Oh, fuck! You think they sent the pictures to Steph?" Bloody sure of it. They accused everybody in the street of grassing them up, over the prostitution lark. I. My cock plopped out of her pussy, pre-cum oozing from the head and forming a strand that kept us connected until I stuffed my hard cock into her arse hole. It was tight and hot, and I started to feel the pressure in my balls. I tensed. Unloading my hot cum into her arsehole.I pulled out, still hard, then heard the movement from the dining room. We looked at each other, eyes wide, and pulled our clothing together as quickly as we could. I snatched up a coffee cup from the side, just as the door. As she looked for my tag, she asked me aboutmy crime. I had no simple way of saying it, so I just told her the truth --about us stealing Davenport High's mascot for our senior week prank. "No shit!" she gushed, finding my tag. "I read that in thepaper. Didn't the thing die on yah?" I just nodded my head, still embarrassed about it. "Man, isn't lifea bitch?" she teased, as she applied my tag. It was now my turn to turnaround and face the light. I cursed myself for letting Eddie talk me into.