“You did a good fingering job there Emma his lycra tights are still wedged in his hole, you will not remove them either, when you return from patrol...I will inspect you and I still expect your anus to be open is that clear?” The trooper nodded and winced as Captain Angel forced her finger as far up his anus as she possibly could she didn’t care if it hurt him and judging by his expression She had penetrated further up than Emma. “Sorry Emma looks like I’ve gone in deeper than you!” Being a. ‘You’re serious,’ she asked while fanning herself. ‘Of course,’ the clerk replied. ‘What were you expecting, what did you think your measurements were?’ ‘Well, she hesitated, the last time I measured I was 42-35-46,’ she replied blushing slightly. ‘You expect me to believe that you lost three inches on you bust, four inches on your waist and five inches on your hips in one day? I am sorry, but that is simply not possible,’ the clerk replied. ‘I don’t know what to tell you, but none of my. I couldn’t move, I was mesmerized. “Why don’t you kneel down, you can see better,” she said, her voice like honey. I knew I should leave, knew I should never have let her lead me in here. I didn’t leave. I knelt. Her eyes smiled, her lips formed a seal on that beautiful hard cock, moving, sucking. My mouth was dry. I licked my lips.She took her mouth away. “Want some?” She asked.I shook my head, not trusting myself to say no. I wanted to, wanted to so badly. She turned back to her task, licking. ‘I don’t think she would at all. But it might be better than asking me all these questions.’ Sophie nodded. ‘Yeah, I guess you’re right there.’ And so it was the following evening that Sophie pressed the buzzer for Ashley’s flat in the huge Victorian house in Fulham. It was obvious even through the crackle of the intercom speaker that Ashley neither expected nor welcomed the sound of Sophie’s voice. ‘What do you want?’ Ashley asked, not unreasonably, when she’d established for sure who it was.