" Vicky said with a laugh."I don't want to get you in trouble. You will let me know if I can do something?" Candy continued."Yes, Dear. I will let you...know. Go back to sleep. I will call you before lunch." Vicky said.The ride downtown was uneventful. But the greeting at the side door was not. Two uniformed officers immediately came to Vicky and brought her through the line and into the headquarters building, and to the seventh floor. The escorts were very polite and professional, but no. "No, Stephan, noooo!" she wailed as she felt his finger press harder and suddenly slip with a pop up into the crinkled little orifice.Stephan stared hungrily down at the smooth white moons of his former wife's subserviently spread ass-cheeks and the exciting view of his middle finger half-embedded in her tight back passage. He grinned savagely to himself as he relished the act to which he was about to subject her. "This is one for you to teach your little boyfriend," he growled, rotating his. ‘Cute. Well, good thing your lips are so sensitive. They’ll be perfect for the five-dollar blowjobs you’ll be giving. Meoooowwww!’ ‘You wish,’ I said, smirking at her helpless meow. ‘They’ll be too busy laughing at your pink perm and…and meowing to…to…ohhhhh…ohhhhhhhhh…!’ I shuddered as pure pleasure unexpectedly rushed through my belly. It was a random orgasm, and I couldn’t stop it. My knees weakened as I moaned in helpless pleasure, and suddenly I was leaning on Chrissie as I tried to ride. “Well, Stacey… that was… quite the relationship conundrum you created for yourself.” I frowned. “I thought if the fantasy had been that intense, that the reality would have been even hotter.” “Clearly sometimes fantasies are best left in the mind,” Dr Clark said looking around the classroom almost as though it was a warning or some kind of sex-rehab gospel that she wanted to reinforce to everyone. “Or, stay single… and enjoy the fantasies as much as you want,” a petite girl with red hair said.