" Chief Deputy Webster had suggested. It wasn't my plan, but it was a possibility. There was no time limit on the curb side parking, so I worked the T...yota into one of those instead.Once inside the basement of the courthouse I heard, "Hey Porter come here," I headed toward a deputy with sergeant strips. When I reached him, he added, "I'm Sergeant Michaels I am assigning you to ride with Deputy Letter. Nothing much happens around here, so just take it easy and assimilate." Sounds reasonable," I. My husband, bless his heart, greeted me with a glass of wine and a foot massage. Just what I needed."How was your day?" he asked, rubbing the burning sole of my foot.I leaned back in the overstuffed chair, sighing in frustration. "The Bates' looked at five more houses and still can't make up their minds. The Warner's rejected the counter-offer I presented, and the Ziegfried's decided to stay where they are. For now at least." Lifting the goblet to my lips, I swallowed more of the soothing. The erstwhile agent knew she had to put together a team dedicated to the Black New World Order but she knew she had to find the right girls. Every candidate was laudable as they had all clearly made the correct decision in spurning tiny white boy peepees in favor of being black cock only, but it was gonna take more than accepting white inferiority to make Trixie’s crack squad of BBC owned tramps. Much to her disappointment the first hour of her search was a wash...till she opened the file to. I put my hands at her waist, kissed her neck again, and started sliding my hands around until I found her hands. I grabbed hold of them with a firm grip and maneuvered them behind her back; I grabbed my tie and tied her hands together. Not to tight of a knot, just enough so she knew she wasn't going anywhere. "And just what do you think your doing?" she asked with a grin on her face. Without a word I kissed her and slid my hand into her sweatpants. I found a pleasant surprise, she wasn't.