‘May I please see your license and registration?’ She handed them to him. He gave them a cursory glance before speaking again. ‘Do you know why ... pulled you over, Ma’am?’ She smiled. ‘No. Was I doing something wrong?’ He smiled, revealing a perfect row of white teeth and, again, those dimples in his cheeks. ‘I had you clocked at 47 in a 35,’ he said. He raised an eyebrow. She said nothing, only smiled in return. ‘Ms. . . uh,’ he looked at the driver’s license and continued. ‘Ms. Holloway, have. The groans and whimpers seemed all of the same pitch and feverish intensity when the men were having fun with the female bodies served up to them like special treats for faithful service.She noticed that the men were not likely to violate the female's anus unlike the Western use of that female opening to fully degrade and humiliate a female who was not yet arrived at a state of oral consent for their partner's use of their female openings. They seemed to place great store in the use of. He drove to his apartment block and Janine followed him, parking in the basement car park next to him."Geez Mike this isn't very subtle; is this your apartment block?" Janine asked him as she alighted from her car.She owned an eco-friendly compact, a Prius or some such tree-hugging, fern-sniffing, lezzo-homo-mobile; 'just the sort of car a lezzo bitch would drive, ' he thought but he got a great view of her legs and ass as struggled to get out of the driver's seat with her tight skirt. They went in together, one low the other high. She heard one of them call out. ‘Police!’ Two more cruisers showed up in short order and she was escorted to one of them and given a seat in the back. She watched as an officer taped off the area. Police went in and out of the restaurant, but no one came and talked to her. Just as she was about to open the door and find someone, an unmarked car pulled up and Gabe stepped out of the driver’s side. Another man stepped out of the passenger side and.