Inspector Anderson, you said you were a friend, but her reaction tells me you are more than that." Yes. I think we are." She smiled."She is going to n...ed you." I'll be there for her."I phoned Bob the next morning to see what was happening. He was pleased."Got a result, Andy. Loads of forged Log Books, and Number Plates. He will have a lot of trouble explaining those. We are now following up on sales of cars. I am certain that we are going to find some dodgy ones. Unfortunately we had to let. "I coughed nervously and said I needed to speak to Jerry, who was sitting at the other side of the table. I didn't escape completely. Glenda's foot could reach my leg under the table.Pat and Des came back after a few dances. They sat together. Pat pushed herself up against Des, and I was sure she had her hand on his leg, stroking it.When it was time to leave, Pat excused herself to go and have a pee. On the drive home, I asked Pat what the hell was going on."I have no idea what you are talking. He was married with grown up c***dren, and told me that, although he loved his family, he liked to use a high-end (and extremely expensive) escort service when he was in Paris. They provided him young women whom he took out to dinner and then back to his hotel room for the rest of the night. He loved doing it and suggested I do the same.I laughed at his suggestion and tried to be nice by saying that my wife was with me on this trip and I don’t think it would be a good idea. He just shrugged his. She began to jerk it off."God, you have some nice tits," I said, with a slight guttural in my voice, still."I get that a lot." You're so sexy," I said, out of the blue, as she started to lick my erect penis, then tit-fuck me."Why, thank you."She then started to suck my dick again. I was close. I was really close. I groped her big bountiful breasts. I tweaked her cute hard brown nipples..."Ugh. You like this shit, baby?" I'm coming. I'm coming. Where?" I said."Fuck it," She said, jerking me off.