They were just like an old married couple, hefelt. He saw me raise an eyebrow at that, and reddened.“It’s the whole truth, lass,” he... said, making no bonesabout it. “I won’t deny it.”I wondered, though, if he had actually caught mymeaning. He called to the pony, speaking slowly andaffectionately. The animal trotted right over andlicked at his ear. He asked it to lie down beside him,which it did without hesitation.“You can see, my dear, she’s quite. .. no ... no ... I’m sorry. It just came out ... don’t cry ... we’ll ... just have to try it and see how it works. That’s all. I know it sounds funny, but I am not sure I can stand the thought of you with another man. If that’s what you mean?”}There was a strange car in the driveway. I took my foot off the brake and let the car slow on its own. A full size BMW, black and clean looking. I resumed speed past my house and circled the block. Then parked short of my house and switched off. Turning. The window opens further, and I can see her visibly calm down.“Hi, I’m Libby,” I offer, “I’m a police officer but I don’t have my warrant card with me.”“I’m Sally, Sally Burgess.” She goes on to explain that she’s recently married to Brian and that they’ve taken one of the mill cottages further down the lane.“Let’s take a look under the bonnet,” I suggest.I can see Sally brace herself before the door opens and she climbs from the car.She’s actually wearing less than I am. A very short, white. "Crawl over to me" he instructed.I went to my hands and knees and crawled."Your my bitch. Understand?" he said."Yes." I replied.He slapped my face. "Don’t you know that you’re supposed to call your superiors SIR?!" he asked, no; he demanded."A AH, Aaah; yes SIR." Good bitch!"He stood up, "Strip off my clothes".I removed his shoes and socks. My hands went to his belt and I lowered his pants, he wasn't wearing any underwear.Now standing naked before me, his hard cock sticking out straight at me,.