Clearly some prisoners were considered to be "trouble", so thischair would be to ensure they didn't try anything on by way of escapeduring an intervie.... There was also a wooden table, with a chair at eachside. Deborah and I put our briefcases down on the table, and sat down ona chair. Maria the Police Sergeant stayed on her feet looking out of thesingle barred window. "No sign of those prisoners yet," she said in hercorrect but stilted English.Deborah took several documents out of her case, and. So he submitted his job again. But the same thing happened that night, his job didn’t run. This time he was really pissed off, and the person he spoke to apologised, and said he would leave a note for the night shift manager to watch out and monitor his job.“Well, when he got in the next morning, there was a message to call the shift manager. He did, and the manager was very apologetic, he had a note from the night manager, and he explained why his job was not running, and why the tape wasn’t. Kyle: I know and I want to say sorry for that. I shouldn't of kissed you like that but I just couldn't help myself.Natalie: And I shoudn't of kissed you back the way I did. I guess I should be sorry too. But it did get thinking.Kyle: About what?Natalie: About how amazing it felt."Did she enjoy it?" Kyle thought, that sentence alone "...how amazing it felt." was more than enough for him to inquire further.Kyle: Did you enjoy it?Natalie: As wrong as it is for me to admit, I did enjoy it.Kyle:. Running her wet lips up and down the underside caused a considerable amount of precum to ooze its way out of the head and down toward her lips. She hungrily sucked it up and moved her mouth closer to the point where the precum was emerging. Twirling her tongue around the head, she gripped the shaft and drew her hand up one time, forcing whatever precum that had gathered inside his cock to come dribbling out onto her fingers. Lust won out over taste as she sluttishly rubbed the fluid all over.