" She smiled. "That'll be your work for today."Doris smiled at her employer; it didn't sound like a big day's work.The cottage was a thirty-minute wal... from the manor, and Doris was glad that she was wearing low-heeled shoes, even though they looked out of place with her tiny mini-skirt and nylon blouse, which was all she needed on this pleasant, balmy day.She approached the heavy oaken door, looked vainly for a bellpush, then rapped on the wood.Instead of the door opening, a voice called out. He opened the door to see a police car, from which alighted two men, one in plain clothes and the other in uniform."Joseph Ramsden?" asked the plain clothes man."Yes." Detective Sergeant Wilshaw, and this is Constable Smith."Joseph said nothing but waited on the threshold."We're here about a car. It was taken from your lane some time ago. A Porsche. We have reason to believe that you took it and are concealing it." Yes to the taking, no to the concealing. You can look at it whenever you want. . He was lying, when he said you liked breath-play. I knew that. I can tell when he's lying." Because he's lied to you before?" Shawna asked, and Yvonne nodded as she settled into a seat. "When he told you he was sorry that he hit you, or when he told you that the stuff he was giving you wouldn't hurt you?" Both," Yvonne mumbled, staring at the woodwork of the table."I've known liars myself," Shawna admitted, her own hands shaking a little as she watched the crown of Yvonne's head, waiting for. A heart shaped Irish ass bucked against her friend's fingers. Barb's lovely rounded Greek behind humped her BFF's hand. It was fortunate the volume of the set had been turned up, it would mask everything perfectly!The two stroked and stroked. They felt like sex crazed teens finger-blasting each other in a parked car or dimmed-out movie theater... the illicit nature of this "we could get caught at any moment" event spurring them on! The excitement was so thick they could cut it with a knife and.