Jack said, "What's it like making the transition?"He answered, "There's a lot to it. I move to being low man on the totem pole for a while. That means...working evenings and weekends. Most of the crime occurs at night though so I will get more experience that way. With my experience in uniform, I will be able to move into the investigative side fairly quickly. At first, I will ride with a senior detective who will work me through some of the things not taught in the classes and help me with. One day this weird portly guy came into the department. He must have been in his late 40's with dark thin hair, a big dome of a forehead and thin dark hair. Probably the type who buys tights for his ‘wife’ I thought.'That's him,' squealed Emma. Apparently this fellow had been banned from the store for stealing silky panties, small swimsuits and a shiny black girdle. My cock was hard as iron under my own tights and panties, just hearing Emma say tights, panties and swimsuits. To look at him, he. God I wish this was a big black cock pumping inside me. I need more than this plug. For now I show it back inside. Then I reach out of the shower and grab my bigger dildo. I bring it straight to my mouth and slurp around the head of the cock. I pull out my plug and lube my dildo up with some conditioner. I rub the head around my cherry hole and start to press it in. My moan grows as the head enters and after it is in all the way I shove the dildo all the way and my moan peaks. That moan. He told me that it would get me use to the type of contact that was more personal. It was too late at night and I was too tired to put up much of a resistance. He stripped off his clothes, leaving his boxers, and crawled into my bed while I was in the bathroom changing. It was hard to miss the look of disappointment that crossed his eyes when he caught sight of my pajamas. They were a lot like my day clothes, covering me from the neck down. At least my feet were bare. I joined him in bed, a.