We started hanging out after our respective practices ended, talking for as long as we could. Missy's mother would always pick her up from cheerleadin... practice, and Brad was just as happy to stick around and wait for me since that gave him and Lindsey more time together, too. Missy told her mom that practice was being extended by twenty minutes, a little white lie to buy a little extra time for us. When she saw her mother's car pull into the school lot she would jump up, give me a quick wave. They are onduty, and probably just see me as some bratty teenager. Also, let'sface it, a police badge or a fire helmet, it's basically a licence tofuck, anyhow. At least that's what I hear. Goddess knows that at leasta few of them, the really 'hard boiled' officers with that arrogant'cop' swagger, oh yeah! If they spread their legs just slightly andpointed to the dirt, I'd be on my knees in a second, ready, willing,able to give them oral pleasure and 'thank them' personally 'for. And the very act of setting me loose took precedence over securing Wexler. He wasn’t going anywhere, not with that shotgun in his face. Both Vanessa and Cathal implicitly understood the importance of freeing me from those cords, this chair. They didn’t discuss it, didn’t need to.It took almost three minutes for Cathal to carve his way through the four cords. I stared at the silent tableau in front of me. Vanessa and Wexler didn’t move. She kept the Mossberg anchored against her shoulder,. ” She winks at Maude, who smiles at her.“Perhaps that would be best,” Emma says weakly as she feels herself throb harder and harder. Why is she so turned on by the prospect? When she looks to Donald, he just winks at her with a smile.“Well, that is settled, after dinner and clean up, I think we should all retire to the parlor and take that course of action,” Maude says.All through dinner, Emma squirms in her seat, wondering what it will be like. She realizes her panties are now soaked, and.