She stood there with her head lowered, as Carl called Annie into the living room. She had obviously heard all that had transpired, but chose to stay ...ninvolved, sitting on her bed, wondering how this new development was going to affect her and Sandy. When she arrived she was somewhat amazed at the redness of Terry’s rear end. She had seen her own buttocks in the mirror, darkened by Carl’s spankings, and God knew how many times she’d tried to soothe Sandy’s poor purple cheeks, but Terry’s. It seemed like everyone looked at Angel, while she stepped out of her panties. She sat down again, right up to him and he pulled her close. He fondled her breasts and pulled her skirt up and asked her to spread her legs. She did as he said, putting her leg over his knee and gave him free access to her pussy. His fingers played with her clit and she squirmed under his touch. He asked her if she liked it. She whispered back, but he said "I can't hear you, louder", so she moaned loudly "yes..I. Have them wait out there until I call.”“Yes, sir.”The interlude had reminded me of what had happened after I stood up. “So? What’s with the really lousy coffee? You drug me? Or something?”“Actually, yes.” Wilkerson replied calmly, “It’s necessary for the subject to be completely relaxed prior to the analysis. Your first cup of coffee was laced with a tiny amount of a mild relaxant, the second with an antidote. In most cases, you’d never even notice. A certain percentage, and I must place you in. ‘Look officer, I don’t remember seeing a school zone, and I certainly did not see a police car…’ ‘Can I see your license please?’ The policewoman was standing just a few paces from me now and Kelly was shuffling nervously just behind her. I briefly imagined that my wife was feeling rather vulnerable dressed as she was. I pulled my wallet from my pocket and handed my license to the police woman. She read it, and then looked at me. ‘Sit down please,’ she indicated to one of our kitchen chairs. I.