Charli was at the head of the table with a small stack of papers in front of her.The woman, whose name tag read "J. Pierce", glanced at me and said, "...We all here now? Let's get started."Jessica Pierce was a Sergeant and a shift supervisor, detailed to Domestic Disputes. She had copies of Charli's restraining order and had Charli confirm that Freddie Heilman had confronted her in front of witnesses the evening before with a weapon in hand. She talked each of us through the events of the night. Her nipple felt hard in my mouth. I knew that it would be addicting to be with her, but I hadn’t any idea how deeply I would feel this need to possess her body and make it my own. Carrie’s moans of pleasure made me want to drive deep, hard, and fast as I could, but I refrained. I kept my pace slow, deliberate and controlled. I wanted her body to completely overrun her thought. I wanted her to feel passion so intense that she would give to me all of her … nothing held back. Her auburn hair was. But now, as an adult, companionship in this forbiddenworld was hard to find and I almost never tried to bring anyone else in. Iloved the friends I had, most of whom were involved in relationships, and Icertainly didn't want to alienate any of them by revealing my perverse fantasiesand desires. Maybe I underestimated them. We were almost all politically liberal,smoked dope and occasionally tripped, drank beer and cheap wine. The girlsmostly didn't wear bras and didn't shave under their arms. We. My cock had hardened. She moved her head down to it and got to work on a speciality of hers, not taking it into her mouth but using the upper and lower surfaces of her tongue to caress all of the tip. It made me incredibly horny, but I asked her to wait a minute. I got up, took her hand, led us to the bathroom and into the shower. The cubicle was generous and easily accommodated us both. I knelt in front of her and she spread her feet apart by about a metre, since it was obvious what I was.