Confident that she had not been seen by Chief Commissioner Christine Nixon, the blonde 'Miss Victoria Police' had found a 'Ladies Loo' on the next flo...or up - a sympathetic waitress had assured Marsha that she would have all the privacy she needed. Entering the toilets, the policegirl started unbuttoning her crisp, tight-fitting uniform blouse, unaware that she would not be alone!"OH..." she'd gasped with disbelief. Despite the waitress' assurances, she would not be on her own in the toilets.... Still he heaved and groaned as still mor poured into Nastashas gaping mouth his balls twitching with the effort of ejaculation. The door opened and behind her in came Lusala and kneeling behind her he began to remove her skirt and panties and as she was cleaning the big black cock dripping infron of her face she felt his hot breath on her buttocks. He lifted her up and slid is black face under her arse and began to eat her pussy which was already wet with fluid.When he had had his fill of her. “Have they given you a moving date?”“No not yet, not until the baby is born. Have a guess who the housing officer was that signed the letter.”“I, I don’t know, I don’t think I know anyone who works there.”“Graham’s mum. She’s responsible for my case, that’s why I’ll never get anywhere.” Susan was crying again.Morgan moved over and sat beside Susan, he gently pulled her towards his chest.“You can stay here as long as you need to, I w ... was thinking maybe I sh ... should look for a two bedroom. ‘We don’t have to talk about this now,’ he said. I still faced my vanity. ‘You brought it up. Is she young?’ The floorboard squeaked again in my husband’s retreat. I did not need another answer. ‘How often do you see her?’ He cleared his throat. ‘Just once, like I told you. She doesn’t mean anything to me. It was an accident.’ I laughed. It was sharp and throaty. It wasn’t my laugh. I could feel my husband wince. I tried to clasp a string of pearls around my throat. My hands wouldn’t cooperate..