I tracked them all down and mercilessly sacked their minds.In Detective Waters, I didn't make a new enemy, but instead made a new non-empire "asset". ...acob Waters was only a robbery and assault detective, but he knew a lot more about the seedier underbelly of San Francisco than I did. He would be my first -- but not the last -- helpful 'normal' I would have a working relationship with.Waters' information had revealed someone in the agency, my handler Brian Cox (that wild man), was investigating. Then he pulled me up off the ground and pushed me over the hood of the van. He lifted up my skirt and pulled out some lube from his pocket and applied it to my hole. Now I moaned thrusting my hips towards his finger. He slowly pushed his finger into my hole making me moan and almost beg for his cock. My hand grasped his cock from behind me and guided it to my hole. ‘Horny little slut aren’t we?’ he said ‘I love being called slut, or cunt’ I told him. Uncle Mark pushed his hard cock into my. “I’ll get it”, I shouted.It was just a friend , Jack who lived a few streets away. It was about nothing special. When he finished, I said, “That was Jack, he wants me to help him move some stuff for him.”“Bloody late” said the wife.“Yes, but we could have a drink after it” I said.“Any excuse” “Well I had better go, He would do the same for me”, I said.It was almost 8.30, but I thought I should go now since I got the excuse. “I’ll just walk”, I said, “The alcohol”, I added.“See you. He's so excited that he's practically panting, and he has to momentarily rise off his stool to adjust himself.My hand continues to softly caress his wife's legs under her skirt. I can tell she's uncomfortable with what I'm doing, my hand freely roaming over what was once forbidden territory. But she's getting turned on as well -- her face is flushed, and her breathing is heavier. Her nipples are erect and visible through blouse.I begin drawing wider and wider circles over her legs. As I do, my.