I even make phony police cars. I take retired police cars, buy them for a song, and remove the engine and drive train, so that they are lighter and ea...ier to roll. I repaint them to match the patrol cars of your community and decorate them with a couple of cardboard cutout cops, and viola, officers on duty without the coffee breaks, stops for donuts, and bad attitude. Then, I park the cardboard patrol car on your street, in front of your house, and leave it in your driveway, wherever there are. I feel you shifting, getting ready to head back downstairs. But no...you are moving upwards, crawling up my body. You straddle my head again and I am helpless. You push yourself down on me. I smell us, the mixture of our coupling. Lower you press and now you are sitting on me, the wetness covering me. "Lick now, clean me. You expected me to this morning, now it is your turn" I am shocked but given that I am tied up and can not move, I comply. I slowly stick my tongue out and lick you,. I put my hand under her crotch and grabbed hand fulls of fluid, I rubbed it into both of us, she flooded again, more rubbing. We rolled over and I watched as she squirted into the air. I rubbed 'meat' into the stream, she pumped him madly. "Make him start." she hissed, holding him just inches from those beautiful heaving boobs.'Meat' streamed all over them, it was hot, it was hard, she loved it, it was lovely, I loved it, she cupped her hands and caught what he had to offer, swallowed. "Besides," added Eveline, "I'm his boss so he'd better behave."Liz groaned. "You're asking for trouble. I hope you know that."Eveline giggled and told Liz to lighten up. After all it wasn't as ifshe'd walked in and found them in bed together that morning was it?Although that had happened once before a long time ago, and Liz hadteased her about being a nymphomaniac ever since. That was the onlyproblem with Liz having her own key. Still it was better that she didkeep it, she thought, just in case.