" I am Steven John Winslow, Acting Inspector of the Ingersoll PoliceDepartment." Butch Jones," the second accused said."Butch? Is that your legal name..." the steno asked.The man reddened. "No. It is Elroy George Jones," he said curtly."Frederick Wilson Campbell," the other accused said."Is that Frederick with a k," the steno asked. He then read into thetape recorder: "The accused nodded yes. I am Tony Ralph Trigland, courtstenographer of Woodstock Court House. You may proceed, Inspector." Well,. "I'm a graphic designer, mainly books and media stuff." Isn't that all freelance?" Siobhan asked."A lot is, but that takes time to build up. I spent my time in agencies,didn't think I would need to go freelance." But you are now?" Julia spoke this time."Yes, I've had to. I've picked up some work, but it will take longerthan I thought to get it going."Carl said, "OK ladies, you can stop the interrogation, Danny's here toenjoy himself."Carl had wondered if it would be alright to invite Danny to. I mean, she had incredible nipples and they became quite hard when she was excited. “So you really would suck my cock and let me fuck you if we met?” “Yes I would. Like I said though, my husband would have to be with us. Besides, your cock looks very similar to his.” “You have very sensual lips. I would love to feel them wrapped around my cock.” “Mmmm, I do love that feeling myself.” “So you enjoy sucking cock?” “Yes, very much so.” “I bet you are great at it too.” “Well, I don’t know. Same result. I pulled the key out and then jammed it back in turning harder this time. Nothing. I wiggled the key while keeping pressure on it.Suddenly the door was yanked open ripping the key out of the lock and leaving it in my hand and I stood gaping down into the face of a man that was perhaps in his late forties or early fifties, short, only five foot five or so, overweight, with pudgy freckled cheeks and dressed in long, droopy shorts, a tee shirt, white socks, and no shoes.Standing.