My forearms were covered in lacey fingerless gloves that reached up tomy elbows and my fingernails were long, oval and painted a glitterypink.The hair...was the next ridiculous thing to the dress. Gone was my usualclose cropped hair cut that I usually had and in it's place was a maneof perfectly styled blonde ringlets that reached down my back and on topof it all was another bow, this one was pink held held it's position sowell that it must have been starched.I took in my face. This wasn't my. I wondered who the witness was and whether they would be any trouble. I had heard from other detectives that babysitting a witness can be a lot of fun, or it can be sheer hell - there was rarely any middle ground! So I was hoping for a good first experience.I wondered how long I would be locked in the safe house - I was hoping it wouldn't be too long, as I had some cases I was working on and didn't want to be away from them any longer than I had to be. Plus, I would be going on vacation. Once, Daymon rubbed her pussy for over half an hour, switching positions until she found the spot she liked and she came. His Supremacy’s finger was in her pussy for what - thirty seconds maybe? He was mostly fondling her body. And while she did not come, because she stopped herself, if she had come it would have been more intense than anything she could have ever imagined with Daymon - or anyone else, for that matter.But His Supremacy showed no regard for her pleasure - what pleasure she had. " I took her clue, looked at my watch and then excused myself so they could have some private time.I decided to go outside for a smoke and see if Chad was still working. As I walked out of the lobby, there were now two additional doormen since it had gotten busier. I sat on the same bench and when he had time, he walked over to chat again and said, "Those photos of your girlfriend were hot!" I said that those were the mild photos of her that and then I asked him what time he got off of work..