Bradley’s Blanke Schande prep class was offered to senior students. Even some mothers joined the class. My mother joined to help the students, being...an example for Mr. Bradley.As for me becoming police chief, at the academy I was one of four girls, but I was the only naked one. The other girls did not like me that much, but I did not care, because the guys did. I bunked with the guys, trained beside them, and showered with them. We became a good team, and not one of them harassed me in any way.. ‘Oh you can have her anytime. I want to catch up with you, buy me a drink,’ I said with a sweet smile as I squeezed his ass. He pulled his wallet out and I told the bargirl what I wanted. ‘Fucking hell, I’m not buying drinks for all of your friends,’ he grizzled again. ‘No, just Jackie, Lucy, Sandy, Heather, and me, Anne is dancing with some bloke, he can buy hers.’ He handed over the money and watched as he got a handful of loose change from a £20 note. ‘Come on smile, its happy hour?’ I said. Sam froze.His father sat on the convertible couch with his eyes closed, a look of intense pleasure on his face. His mother knelt in front of him, his cock in her hand. Her head bobbed up and down on his dick. Sam stood entranced. He knew his parents still had sex. But to see them! To see his mother wantonly sucking his father’s cock was startling ... and arousing! His dick, still semi-hard from them having sex in his dorm room, hardened. He touched himself as he watched.Jamie was suddenly aware. I continued with the task in hand and picked up a small bottle of baby oil. I scooped up all the other articles and headed downstairs. I placed the toys on the coffee table in the lounge along with the handcuffs and baby oil. I popped into the kitchen and returned with a Glass of white wine and the opened bottle plus an ashtray and a pack of cigarettes and lighter. Taking a sip from the wine glass I went over to my mirror and tidied up my make-up ensuring I put a lavish amount of lip gloss on.