She had a slight southern accent, and at 5’ 4?, she had a bosomy, exquisitely sexy figure and long, shapely legs; she wore pumps or dressy sandals w...th high stiletto heels that always emphasized her charms to the mostly male audience. The camera always zoomed in when she smiled, for attractive laugh lines bracketed her small pouty mouth with the ends slightly turned down and soft wrinkles appeared at the corners of her eyes. Medium-length honey blonde hair with lighter highlights fell to her. “Hard to believe such a small girl killed such a big hulk as Hagger.”“Snapped his neck,” one of the uniforms said. “She’s buff, sergeant. Look at her muscles.”The one in the suit dug my wallet out and looked at the ID. He stood up and put the wallet on my motorcycle seat. Then he put the silken rope I had used to kill my mark there. He said something I couldn’t make out and the three of them laughed.“Miss Allen,” the plain closed cop began, as one of the true-blue boys yanked me to my feet. My. You slide into me, so hard and hot, and start with a slow motion thrust. You, and I, want to make this last as long as we can but we have our limits. You push and thrust, hard, filling me, taking me, pleasuring me. I am full with you in me, ‘rub your clit’, I oblige. I work my clit the way you taught me to, almost jacking it off in micro movements sliding back and forth over that little swollen button. My knees shake, my arms shake and you can feel my pussy contracting with each thrust. I. . honey, I vote that we make him a regular partner, what do you say?” Candice asked her husband, whose hard cock gave him away for sure ... she was clearly drawn to my priests’ uniform, “And you made it through basic because, for all your nervousness and clumsiness, you’re a brave, smart, decent guy deep down. I guarantee you that the drill sergeant picked up on that. Don’t let him fool you. He was often assigned to disaster relief and always did a top-notch job according to his buddies, in.