I tell her yes, instinct.“Would you have done the same thing if you’d thought it was a real policeman?” she persists.“It was feeling I had fro... this man that makes me act so,” I tell her. “I do not know feeling of real police, so I cannot say. But if police are as you tell me, they seek to make others hold to law and do not do for themselves with no caring for law, then no, I would not do so.”“Well, I’m damn glad you did what you did, even if you don’t know exactly why,” she says. “Here, you’re. The next thing she knew, her friend on the barstool to her right was laughing with a group of co-workers who had shown up unexpectedly. And on the barstool to her left sat Adam, a drop dead gorgeous man with deep-set eyes, thick dark eyebrows and a sexy hint of stubble. His presence was drowning out everything else going on around her. Lauren couldn’t quite say when he had sat down, and she couldn’t quite recall how the conversation had started. But in less than an hour, she was fantasizing. I continue to finger her, as she throws her head back, her hair landing over my face as she did, and she quietly moans in sheer heavenly delight from my fingering.I stop briefly, to offer my thoroughly moistened fingers to her mouth. She eagerly accepts them, wrapping her lips around them, sucking her no doubt flavourful juices off of them as her soft wet tongue wraps around them. I keep playing with her pussy using my other hand as she nibbles and softly bites my fingers.I then pull my fingers. . Give you cock a nice whacking?”“Maybe.” Tommy replied sheepishly.Emily’s smile suddenly disappeared and was replaced with her pissed off look. “Don’t give me this MAYBE shit. Now are you, or are you not going to beat off after this? And I want a straight yes or no answer!”Tommy’s face turned even redder than it was, but he found that he was upset with himself as well. She was right. the “maybe” was a bullshit answer. Of course he was going to beat off. He briefly lowered his eyes with shame.