" He pulled a card holder out of his jacket pocket and handed it to me. "Due to the nature of this crime and due to who you are, I wanted to meet with...you personally." Really. Well it is nice to meet you. I have met several of your officers when I had the boys in Scouts. All of your officers were very nice and friendly to the boys. We enjoyed the open house you had for them years ago." Thank you very much. That was before my time as chief, but I have heard stories about that day. It is always. I was frantic for Richard to wank me. I stood wide legged thrusting my cock forward bending up in front of me and pulled his hand to my cock. Richard stood next to me so close his own hard shaft was pressed against my thigh, wrapped his hand loosely round my shaft and began to stroke and tug methodically. I’m cut, so I wank mainly stroking, and Richard got it just right for me. The wanking pleasure was exquisite! Though it was my first hand job it was obvious Richard had wanked other boys. The chubby pubic mound was covered with thin, curly long black hairs with visible large lips of the vulva. Since the tap was a bit screwed down, water was running slowly from her tummy down her crack. This got me even more excited. My dick stood in massive erection, it was swinging and dangling inadvertantly like the head of a tortoise. I guessed my face was flushing with lust too while my heart was thumping both with ecstasy and the fear of being caught red-handed in the very act of voyeurism.. She knew it was very unseemly of her but she wanted those strong fingers in her overheated crack as quickly as possible. The tender ministrations made her purr in appreciation. The annoying itch disappeared and was replaced by an age-old desire for immediate impalement. She managed a look over her shoulder and saw the huge bulge in the Reverend's trousers only scant inches from her naked bottom. Not knowing what else to do, she merely reached around behind her and stroked the hidden male.