”“That sounds nice.and then?”“We continue to hug and comfort each other, this time with our nude bodies touching each other. We embrace, softl... kiss, and share that we love each other and that what we are doing and are about to do is good and right.”“.What we are about to do?”“Yes.when the time is right, I will lovingly insert my erect penis into your vagina. Not even moving back and forth, but just inserted, so we are physically bonded to each other. We could become one person.”That sounds. They were all terrible sinners, and going to hell. And the devil was calling long distance.Quickly she ran to the phone on the bedside table, but stopped herself. What if it was Mrs. Morgan on the phone? Couldn't have her hear the heady, out of tune symphony of sex in the background in that room! What sort of a soundtrack would that make for telling a man's wife that he's "indisposed" at the moment? So she ran for the door and padded barefoot, well, in truth bare everything, into the kitchen to. I can do the paperwork afterwards. I just need you to sign my notebook.” Actually, she wouldn’t be able to do any paperwork as her force hadn’t yet introduced a corporal punishment system. However, she wanted to make sure the old lady didn’t just drive off and so quickly scribbled, ‘I agree to be spanked for speeding.’ Cindy then held out the notebook and commanded, “Sign this, madam, and add your full name and address.”Tina didn’t know what the systems were and so assumed the Policewoman knew. No phony fire-engine red here, her hair was a a vivid carrot-orange, but subdued by being mixed with blonde and light brown. It looked like she had been born with it, and it did go perfectly with her skin tone. Millie’s short hair had been fluffed out as if it had a bit of curl to it, and she looked as Irish as County Clare. ‘Very, very nice work,’ I said to Sheila, a middle-aged, motherly type with gray hair in 60s-style braids. ‘Thanks,’ she said with a small smile. ‘Excuse me.’ She more or.