"I'll just grab the razor, here, and start taking swipes at youreyebrows until you decide."Nooooooo... that won't go over well at work!"Um, Melinda," ... reply quickly."No, not whorish enough. Not porn star enough."I feel the razor pull out a few hairs.I throw out a few more names, begging you to stop, but finally we justsettle on the name Whore.It suits my look best, I am told.Done with the makeover, I am released from the chair. The earrings, of course, stay on and I am dressed in thigh-highs,. Pulling the head of my clit back, I began masturbating, while pulling and twisting on my nipples, first one, then the other, sending millions of butterflies fluttering down to my cunt. I hadn’t felt like this in quite a few years, in fact, it was when I last saw David.As I wanked myself, I could feel an oncoming orgasm. My nipples were hard as pebbles and burning. My pussy wet through, I rubbed my juices all over my body, the feeling was pure bliss. Pulling my knees up, my pussy opened wide,. Jean-Pierre, after a moment, on the other -- if he were to leanacross the narrow space between, he'd be able to whisper something tohis friend.They sit like that a while.And then -- is Jean-Pierre leaning, does he whisper, could he besaying:"You know, I never saw ..." Never saw?" I never ... Well, you know, Prudence went in first; then what I see isPrudence running back down the hallway. I see you standing, nakedshoulder. Did I see a strap, a bit of ribbon? I don't know. Really, Idid not see. " Your damn right he is and he is yours. I want that woman because she stood and treated us like she was surprised to see us. She must think I am stupid. I don't need a warrant for the motor pool because its county property but I am getting one for the gun shop and his home. I want the pistols that the department paid for and I want him for attempted murder. We will be bringing that truck driver in to the station to talk to him and we will also use your little tape to make him talk. I think.