His one hand was casually placed on my asscheek and he was looking hungrily at those milky white globules. I was extremely wet between my legs because...of it. I felt droplets of water running down my thighs. He saw it too as he rubbed the finger on it to collect it. But he kept quiet. After 2 minutes, a beep was heard.He then pressed my legs and asscheeks very hard and removed the thermometer from my asshole in one swift motion. It kind of hurt and I screamed. He saw the reading and repeated. Campbell.”“Aye, boss, won't happen again,” he meekly replied, a pissed off tone in his voice. Then, sheepishly, “What do you want me to do, then? Shift's still another three hours.”“I don't care! Don't you have places to be? Go get a sixpack at the convenience store so we can share a cold one after work, or whatever. Put it on my tab,” I shot back, just wanting him to leave me alone—formally forbidden for a number of reasons but at this moment, I didn't give a rat's ass.Little did I know that I. This would be extremely difficult to sweep under the carpet.It helped that the woman insisted she had only been trying to defend herself, as "that corrupt cop" tried to extort money from her at gunpoint. It didn't hurt that two witnesses had identified themselves to the detectives who responded to the scene, either. Their story matched Bob's, though neither one had seen her pull the gun. They were, however, quite positive that Bob never pulled his, even after they heard a gunshot.As he arrived. I don't know. I know I shouldn't. Richard's generated some busy work as an excuse for staying late. If Kevin ever found out..." Then maybe you'd better say no," volunteered Laura."What and miss out on such a good kisser?" laughed Vivian."And what if he wants more than a kiss?" I ... I don't know," mused the blonde."With such a jealous husband, you'd better be sure it's worth it." It's just that -- well, when I'm with him I look into those eyes and I just melt away. When he kissed me I got so.
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