"Lord Kinsley," a voice called out in the darkness. The two men changeddirections and headed towards the voice."Sergeant Owen, my favorite Constable."... Colonel Kinsley smiled at theWelsh police officer who stood in front of slime-coated stairs. Thestairs went down under a huge leather and hide warehouse, which satdirectly on the River Thames.Sergeant Owen doffed his hat and smiled. "I'm sure sir." His smile fadedwhen he pointed down the stairs. "My superiors would hate to admit youwere right.". Unbelievably there was only one nurse in the practice on duty and she was involved in an urgent case so was not available to be in attendance. So, my wife had to strip everything from below her waist and lay on the doctors couch. There were no stirrups like you always see in the porn movies. She was just laying on her back, naked form the waist down.The doctor immediately lubricated his fingers (he was not wearing gloves) and started to examine my wives labia carefully. He was slow and. My nipples were receptive and hardened to the touch. His other hand reached around my butt as I faced him. He now put his hand purposely on it, pulling at it.I didn't need much to turn me on and inside my vaginal walls were sticky and soaked, craving a cock to fuck hard.I touched his cock and I pulled down his shorts and the undies under them. I let his cock stick up high like a pole and I just let myself surrender to my animal instinct. I put my mouth right over the red head of his cock and I. The shock of decompression would be explosive. I reframed and was back looking at the Grotto an instant later.The police were just coming into the Grotto, from the opposite direction of what I was expecting. They must have walked to the dead-end a little further down. A few looked grateful to get out of the pouring rain. All of them looked dead tired, and a few appeared boiling mad. There were vibrations in the air, speech. I expanded my jump sense, and was astonished to hear them talk.A thin.