With the policegirl's satin panties neatly folded in Tanya's regulation handbag, it would be impossible for the policewoman to cry 'RAPE' if she were ...BUSTED' in a compromising position with Cindy... "MMMM," the kinky prostitute murmured, "TAKE OFF YOUR POLICE-SHIRT, COPPER - YOU WON'T NEED IT!"Tanya paused. Carefully, she closed the heavy cell-door.They were all alone in the 'COP SHOP' - staff shortages meant that Tanya was rostered on the 'NIGHTSHIFT' alone. And, the policewoman had locked. “If I have to choose between my reputation as an uppity prude and mind-blowing sex, it’s not that hard of a choice.”Nick sighed. “All right. It’s not like we have a lot of secrets here anyway. I really should have built the apartments with thicker walls.”“You can add sound baffles to your bedroom,” suggested Pilar. “Or if that’s too obvious, you could pipe white noise like ocean waves into the hallways.”“Does white noise work?” Nick asked.“Not as well as physical baffles,” said Pilar. “It won’t. I have always had a thing for women in sexy panties and Cindy knew this, so ever since we started dating in college all she wore were sexy panties, thongs, g-strings, boy shorts, etc. She stood there in her thong rubbing her tits, pinching her nipples, looking as sexy as she has ever looked. “Get on your knees and crawl over here and show me what kind of slut you are.” She smiled and dropped to her knees and began to slowly crawl until she was between my legs. “What do you want?” I asked. “Your. From this distance, just looking into your eyes, I can feel us moving together in passion. You stand and walk towards me extending out your hand. I put my hand in yours and immediately our lips fuse together in heated ardor. Leaning back on the table, the music drifting through the house, the tone of our coupling is different. It isn’t frenzied nor hurried. Slow and sensual exploration greets us both as we find the parts we know guarantees pleasure. This time though our collision together is a.