She sat back briefly as she patted her shoulder length light brown hair into position, before smoothing down her plain cream blouse over her firm boso... and making sure that it was tucked into her light brown skirt below the tan leather belt. The large brass buckle was the only element of showiness, Barbara being well aware of the Head Librarian’s conservative views on dress code. The library was normally quiet, but there always seemed to be a little background murmur of conversation and. Most people would consider him to look more like a memberof the criminal classes than of the ones set to catch them in theirnefarious ways. Inspector Lestrade was a lean, ferret-like man, furtiveand sly-looking. Few people knew what his initial, G, stood for. George?Geoffrey? Gregory? No, it was shameful Gaylord. In those days, inLondon, a gay woman was a prostitute: the word 'gay' mangled once beforeit was remangled to mean something else. This was the era of Jack theRipper, of street. "You had to say no for the exception to apply," she said furiously."I was fourteen, Sarah," I reminded her. "Every kid talked about refusing the test." But no one does!" Parents do not refuse the test," I said. "I thought it was cool that I could do what everybody else only talked about."I warned the waitress off with a small shake. Sarah sat in silence for a few minutes."Are they sure?" Sarah asked. "There could have been a mistake." No mistake, Sarah," I said."There's drugs though," she said. My cock is twitching and I cannot wait anymore……………. I lay on the floor and tell Debbie to sit on my face……the sight of her tights covered pussy descending onto my face as she squats down is fucking awesome…..I grab my cock and begin to wank as she reaches out to hold the edge of the desk to steady herself before the fabric of the tights hit my mouth……………she kneels down, my head between her thighs….the pussy mound pressed hard onto my nose, so my nose is rubbing her clit and her full pussy lips.