This has potential I knew but I'd have to be careful not to be too openly leering at her legs, at least at first.Again, nervously tugging at the butto... on her shirt, she sat silently for a moment, I imagined composing her question. Whatever it was, she'd been thinking about it for days at least, but now she had to compose the words. If nothing else, I was patient. I waited without further prompting.Finally, hesitantly, she stammered, "This is embarrassing, but... when you... do you remember.... ” I walked up to Catherine, kissed her on both cheeks and gave her a naked hug. “This briefcase is for you.” I handed a dumbfounded Catherine the briefcase. She accepted it in a daze and dropped it on her desk. Then she turned her head to the door, still keeping her gaze fixed on my nakedness, and shouted:“James! Get in here!”The door burst open and in flew James, clutching my jacket. “Yes, ma’am.” He closed the door, softly.“What the fuck is this? Who told you to bring this naked fucking whore. My body is still throbbing from the explosive orgasm and had leaked onto the back seat of his patrol car. As he takes me into the station, I am feeling somewhat slutty and a little dirty. I sneak a look at his nametag - Patrol Officer Mike. “Can I have a shower and freshen up please, honey?” I say with a pouty look and a lick of my luscious red lips. He takes me to the showers and un-cuffs my wrists while handing me a towel, a bath sponge and tells me to strip. “I have to stay here and watch. But the image we offered to Carl was not that cropped photo. It was me, uncovered in more than one sense.My husband focused on my feet, then scanned upward. I am surprised the camera did not pick up my whole-body blush as the camera moved from feet to thighs to my groin, my breasts, then to my face, then to a pull-away. It was a full-length life shot of me, totally nude; there was nothing left to hide. My husband coached me. "Stretch out taller," he demanded. I did. He moved closer, almost over.