"You're not the only one that knows how to lick an asshole," said Sally with a giggle.At the same time, her fingers were pumping in and out of Sam's c...unt and she would use her tongue to occasionally flick her clit. It didn't take long to bring Sam to her peak. The anticipation, the strange exposed position, the ass play, all conspired to take Sam over the top."Oh, Jesus, Sally," screamed Sam. Suddenly Sam thought she was going to pee. But it wasn't pee that squirted out of her pussy. Sam pussy. No, don't talk, just listen; no one else is around yet. From that look on your face, I'm guessing you know that I know about you. Also, quick note - no, I am not sleeping with your wife... yet, or you.” At this point I am sure he's into it but his smirk is telling more than he's letting on. He knows more... and I sense a plan hatching. “Let's go back to your place since your wife has generously invited me and you for the day. Don't worry about work today; I got it covered. Besides, I think you. I asked him what kind of hazing but he refused to go into it, saying he would handle it. He didn't though because a week later he was really mad and slamming doors and stuff like that. I told him he had to tell me what the problem was or get out of the house for a while as he was scaring me. He told me that there was a tradition that the new cops had to go through to be accepted. If they didn't they weren't going anywhere in the department. That the promotions wouldn't be coming along that. The first thing I notice was a combination lock on the door.“That’s wrong,” I said out loud. My lock was a keyed padlock. I almost called Bitsy, but decided not to do it till morning. If I had a bolt cutter, I would have gotten the lock off the locker at that very moment and then taken a good look around. I had a feeling Bitsy had hijacked my business.I went back to the car wash and got four hours sleep before I walked again. I filled the small thermos at home, then walked to the.