''Oh my god, what the hell are you doing, Sergeant Johnson?''I walk over to her, shutting the door right behind her and locking it."Lieutenant Rodrigu...z, you walk around here so moody and angry all the time, and I’m going to fix that right now." I pull her by the gun belt, taking it off and busting her uniform open with her buttons popping off. ''What do you think you're doing, Sergeant?''"I would like for you to be quiet. Shhh... I told you already..." I pick up the panties from the suspect I. I said jokingly, “Don’t thank me yet Rob,actually no one has “cum” yet, but I’m looking forwardto making that happen.” We both laughed nervously as weturned to go inside.We didn’t take long to get to know each other. I satdown on the couch as Rob introduced each man to me. Thehandsome guy who’d been standing at the door sat downnext to me and without hesitation I leaned over him andunzipped the fly of his slacks and fished his averagesized weenie. I didn't know any of them, but one of them recognized me from the promos. I would be happy when Bernard taught me how to hide in plain sight. I had the crispy corn beef hash, cheese, and egg sandwich on a bun at least twice the size of a hamburger roll. The potato fritters were excellent as usual. From the beginning Helen had made the best coffee in town. She had three or four kinds of Gourmet shit, but her house brand was the best in my opinion. I called it truck stop coffee, because it was. .".By now she was stark naked. Her blouse and hem laybehind her and she had stepped out of her skirts. The count didn't know were to look. His eyes dartedover her naked body. From her face to her breasts to the soft blond patch ofhair under her belly. What a fine girl that was. So marvellous a body.She cupped her firm young breasts in her slim handsand said:"Surely you would not want all my beauty to bewasted, sire"."Eh....no....eh...but", the count stammered."And all this, sire".She spread her.