I asked her what kind of help? She said that she have to move some object on the loft on the ceiling.I looked at her she was in bright red color night... which perfectly fits to her shape. Her boobs are protruding above and looks like apple and avocado. My penis started to erect and I said that I will help her. She try to move that long stool and I help her so that I touched her hand for sometimes and she didn’t moved her hand and it feels like electricity passed on me.Then I stood on that stool. The two officers cuffed him and loaded him into the car. Once he was in the car the police man wanted to know what she was doing using the spray and baton."I told you on the way over he had a history of violence." Yeah, but he didn't do anything." What did you want? He assaulted his wife, he's got previous, if he put you down what would have happened to me? All you say is he threatened us and it was the only way to make the arrest." Yeah, but..." Are you trying to let a wife beater get away. Slowly she inserted 4 fingers in her pussy, while the other hands were mounding her boobs, pinching her nipples which came an inch out due to erection. Soon she found herself inserting her complete hand inside her pussy while she was munching her bra in her mouth and the other hand playing with her pussy. Soon she had a big orgasm, and still she was not satisfied. She removed her pants, threw her bra in the toilet itself and went outside only in her denim thigh length top, without any inner,. Maybe he was waiting for the most advantageous political ally to have a suitable bride.But there was that thought that sometimes came to me at night.That awful thought that always started with what if. The most dangerous two words I’ve ever known. As each year passed and he still didn’t take a queen, those words got just a little bit louder.What if he was waiting for me?“Do you think he’d be at the ball?” Cliff asks into the silence that had settled between us.A small huff of laughter escapes.