Jeff felt that tug of need in his lower belly as she continued to lick and kiss his ear and neck. His arms went around her and with one hand on her mi...-back, he caressed her butt with the other. She tensed slightly and pulled her head back to look at him."Um, we are in a public place. Don't you think we should be someplace more private?" Not yet, darling. And why shouldn't I play with your ass - it's mine, isn't it?" He continued to gently rub her, loving the feel of the dress sliding over her. "He has a parking permit," the assistant said, speaking for the first time."Where is your vehicle?" The parking lot," Waylon replied. "But I'll wager that you don't have a warrant to search it." Exigent circumstances," the woman replied. "I don't need one." Exigent to what?" Waylon asked. "An event that happened over twenty-four hours ago? Listen, I've got the number for the detectives in Seymour, perhaps you'd like to speak with them?"The woman ignored him. Waylon had to hurry to keep up with. She worked it in and out of her cunt for a full five minutes until she finally yelled, ?OH GOD, I’M CUMMING. FUCKING GOD, I’M CUMMING!? She came with a vengeance and the camera caught her cunt juices squirting and running down her ass and onto the bed. Brian just sat in his chair, quietly and watched. He was getting an education, too. He was watching his own sister scream in pleasure by a vibrator up her cunt. They were both still terribly mortified over what they had done and even more. I have to let the evidence decide who's guilty. Last time I tried to go with the way things looked, or pick the obvious wrongdoer, you guys hung me out to dry and I got my ass fired. So if it's my ass on the line, I'm doing this my way."I left him there sputtering and balling up his fists while I went into the room. As soon as I walked into the room, Mr. Smythe jumped up. He was the male version of his wife. He was balding, pot-bellied and full of himself. He combed all of his hair to one side.