He looked at the replica. He blinked and the digital face blinked with him. The bright light finally shut off and left a now-unblinking holographic he...d that slowly rotated on the screen and displayed his name, age, sex, and offense. ‘Connor Holwood, 21 years old, male, accused of assault with a deadly weapon.’ The officer came into view, a trim young woman with a shaved head, her black uniform like a glove on her body, a silver belt containing her weapons standing out in bright contrast.. We couldn’t station ourselves here indefinitely.Then one morning after breakfast, Autry walked with Cayuse and me down to that second-floor meeting room. “This is Allan J. Varner. He’s from the Pinkerton National Detective Agency out of Chicago.”Varner was a florid, barrel-chested man, hard looking, not soft, not at all. He was dressed in a dark suit with a vest and a black bow tie. Polished boots too. And, when he went out, a black Homburg with a black band.I never saw him wear anything else. For all we knew, she could have sent Raymond a copy of Karen and Peter fucking. This was going to be a problem. "What do we do?" I asked."Well, the question is, do you want to fuck my sister?" Karen asked. I couldn't really make out the way she looked at me. Was she concerned or did I see a little bit of horniness in her eyes? "I'll fuck your sister. Thank God you will be present so at least I have something to focus on if I can't get it up," I said jokingly.Karen smiled. "Okay. Since it is her. My body exploded with feelings I had never experienced. Over and over my body shook. My pussy clamped down on her finger.She removed her mouth from my boob and slowed her fingering. I kept shaking as my body slowly settled.As my breathing and pulse slowed down, I panicked for a moment because I couldn't see anything. Then I realised my eyes were tightly closed. I opened them and looked at this stunning woman who had given me unimaginable pleasure.My hand was still on her lovely boob. I took it.