This was not a cop, Jill knew that instinctively. Those guys that had cuffed her were, but this woman most certainly was not. No cop of any descriptio... would dress like this woman did. She looked like a cross between a hooker, a stripper and a rich bitch.She was wearing spiked, patent red heels, black stockings, a tiny black leather miniskirt that allowed a couple of inches of bare skin to be seen, and a shoe-matching red satin and lace corset top.The corset covered everything. Barely. It. The three girls had somber andsimultaneously entranced looks on their faces as a proof that they hadparticipated in an extraordinary experience."What's the word?" I asked them."It's done," Jake replied in a quiet voice. "Tara's asleep now in theguest room." Did you get her head straightened out?" Lori inquired in hercharacteristic plainspoken manner."It's too early to tell, b-but I think we should know by tomorrow." What happened?" I probed in my turn."It was intense," Cordelia reported in an. She picked out a black, short sleeved button-up with some jeans and laid them out for me. Vicky on the other hand had to go shopping because she said this was some kind of fetish event wear all the women are asked to wear something shiny and silky. I hadn't heard of this before, but I didn't think much of it and gave her my credit card so she could go purchase an outfit for the party. After she returned to our apartment from her afternoon shopping trip, she quickly jumped in the shower to begin. "Come on, Ev," I called. "Don't be a wimp. Relax your mouth and throat and take him all the way. You can do it."Evie inclined her head toward me, and saw how close I was to the action. Her eyebrows arched but she remained silent. The only sounds were the soft sucking sounds being made as Jack pumped his slick rod in and out of her lips. And the sound that a wet pussy makes when a tongue lashes around the creases and recesses of erotic flesh.Jack must have heard me because he increased the.