I drove off to follow her to her next location, and jumped out of my skin when my phone rang. It was Jess.“Hi, honey, how’s your day?”, she said...when I answered. “Oh, you know, just another day here. Just a boring Sunday. How’s it going with you?”, I replied. “I’ll be leaving my office in about half an hour. What are our plans for tonight?”, she answered.“Not sure yet, maybe go out to dinner.”“Ok, sounds good. I’ve been horny all day, so be ready when I get home! Bye.”, she said, and clicked. 'you never wear stockings' he whispered intrigued. Was there fear in his eyes, at least suspicion?'I wear what I want' I said calmly. Another taunt, another change. Peter was so intent now. He felt a little higher, towards my pussy, towards what had been so generously filled. Now there was suspicion in his eyes. I had been bored, I had been fed up, I had felt abandoned for the day. Peter was doing the maths. He kissed my neck and I let him. It was as if he was apologizing but charged too with. The evidence was collected from the onlookers and appeared damning against the muties. However the collected evidence was totally at odds with the story told by the muties. It wasn't until Morg did his thing with the holo that further questions were asked by the back-up Constables who also took possession of the data. The chaos was further increased by the arrival of irate parents one of whom was the Gorgipest King-at-arms who demanded and obtained a replay of the vid. The other parents and. "Okay, you talked me into it. The thought of sleeping in a bed is more than I can pass up. I don't think I'll need the lock or the chair though." I don't think so either, but I do want you to feel safe." I do, Ed."We talked a little more that evening, but for the most part, we just enjoyed each other's company.I was on my third cup of coffee when Sam came wandering into the kitchen. She was still wearing my oversized robe and her blondish hair was tousled. She looked more like a twelve year old.