She paused and looked across at the DCI, who nodded.“Thank you, Detective Constable. I am going to tell you something which cannot be shared with an...one outside this office. Do you understand?”“Yes, ma’am.” What was I getting myself into? I realised this was all to do with Sam, but how?“Mr Chandler is an analyst for one of our sections. We believe he is being targeted by someone who wants to turn him. Mr Chandler has some proclivities which have made him vulnerable to blackmail. You with me so. He felt very vulnerable lying there naked on the couch underneath the covers with his big cock in his hand ready to let lose his hot white sticky seed But then he felt the covers being moved back from his body. What the hell was going on as he did not know who it was as he had his eyes shut and he did not want who ever it was to know that he was awake? He almost bolted upright when he remembered that he was naked and holding his massive long thick cock in his hand but then he calmed himself and. "It's fine," he chuckled a little. Emily walked back to her room and ran her hand through her hair - a nervous habit of hers. She patiently waited by her bedroom door, listening for when he left the bathroom. She didn't want to see him again that morning after the embarrassing moment that just happened. When she finally heard him leave, she hurriedly walked to the bathroom and started the shower. It was cold that morning, and only being dressing in shorts and a tank top wasn't helping.. Then she turned and walked over toward the nightstand beside the bed.Turning to face me, she skimmed off the sweatshirt and the sweatpants, allowing me just enough time to see that she was completely naked underneath. Then she flipped off the light.“Get naked and come lie down on the bed,” she whispered. I did.“You can’t touch me,” she continued whispering. “But there’s nothing saying I can’t play with myself and that you can’t play with yourself.”The idea of masturbating next to her while she.