"If somebody saved your wife from being kidnapped and maybe raped or killed, and then left the scene, would you want me to bust him for that?" asked H...rper."I'm really busy," said the tech, looking disgruntled. "You're looking for a banged up Regal that looks a light gunmetal gray, OK?" Got it," said Harper. "Thanks."The tech didn't quite storm out, but, for perhaps the three hundredth time since he'd started working in the police lab, he thought about trying to find other work.Harper picked up. Her upthrust legs jerked spasmodically on either side of his heavy body, kicking futilely into the air to escape the cruel impalement. She stared pleadingly up into the grey-haired man's face but found no pity or compassion in his expression, only a sadistic lust that made her blood run cold.Slowly, he forced his massive span of lust-hardened flesh into her constricting inner passage, filling her moist, vainly resisting cuntal cavern inch by inch. Jack Green could barely contain the excitement. Many times her husband asked her to masturbate in front of him. She always refused, telling him only that she would much rather have his hands or his lips on her body. In truth, she had been far too self conscious to give him that pleasure. Now, in this heightened state of arousal, she understood why he would want her to grant him that gift. Images of him watching and stroking his cock filled her mind, and the thought of seeing his cum fly out and landing on his chest made her heart flutter. I was encouraged when she did not make any effort to cover her legs but she seemed to spread her legs slightly wider that I could see even more.I was thinking fast and I decided to risk it by jokingly said, "You always wear all this sexy lingerie, I'm sure your husband will be excited by it! Mine was so boring!" But so sad that he seemed to be more interested in his work or at his stupid computer." Oh no! What a waste! By the way, can I just ask you for a small favor?" Yes, what about?" I was.