"Yeah, and you'll *love* it. He knows just how to do it so you're *hot* and *wet* and can't keep your legs together. I promise you'll *beg* him to fuc... you and he will. They'll *all* fuck you before they're through."They talked for only a few minutes more before they said goodbye. I waited about forty-five seconds before I charged up to Jessica's room and threw open the door without knocking. Jessica was lying back on her bed naked with her hands on her pussy."Mom! How about some privacy?" she. My gaze was having an effect on her and I knew she was getting aroused. “Susan, I think we should be honest with each other,” I said. “I have a professional responsibility and can’t take the chance of getting involved with someone I am auditing. We could both get fired.” I felt like a broken record. Talk about déjà vu. “You’re right,” she said, “We really do have to be careful. Would you care to have a drink with me after work?” “A drink? I don’t know, I’ll probably be here. "Put those guns down and untie them." said a man as he strode purposefully into the office. "Denise." he said and she turned to face him."You took your time. I didn't think you were going to come." We needed to get them in the act of putting the merchandise onto British soil. Sorry about that. Still, all's well that ends well eh?"Denise was too happy that all of this had come to an end to be too upset with the policeman and before too long, they were led blinking out into the daylight, escorted. On the morning of the party, he asked me again if I'd go and I shook myhead no. He asked me to help him take the stuff over in theafternoon--the girls lived across the road from us, and I agreed.So after lunch--in my case a sandwich, I wasn't very hungry, I helped himcarry boxes and trays of food across to the girls--they were knocked outby my effort and each kissed me. They insisted I have a drink with them,which I didn't really want but it seemed churlish to refuse, so a glassof red wine was.