He is a cop, after all. He then jerks me up before I even know what's going on. He marches me over to Max and pushes his knee behind my kneecap, forci...ng me to kneel."Now spread your legs and let him clean you." His voice is firm, allowing no disobedience. It's the same voice he uses at work, and when he was training Max. I had always found it hot, but now that he's using it on me, I can't help the new wetness that's starting to drip from my still aching, throbbing pussy. Max quickly gets up and. I know where strippers and prostitutes buy their clothes!But although much of what I see looking around is beyond outrageous there are a lot of items on display that are pretty and sexy and really grab a girl’s imagination. They are things a woman might wear to please her husband or her lover or even just to attract a little attention at a party. She would have to be a woman with a lot of self-confidence and a lot of nerve. That isn’t me.Mom asked me to get a shopping cart. I took one from the. I was wrong for that.”“Yeah! You were,” she stood up. “I need a drink!”Brittney went into the kitchen and poured some lime-flavored gin into a glass. She added ice and some blended lemonade and iced tea.“Can I have some,” called out Uncle Al.Brittney returned. She two glasses and handed one to her inebriated guest.“Thanks,” he grinned sloppily.Brittney sipped her beverage. She thought about Dionte’.The handsome, slim, light-brown guy lived down the street from Al York and his family. Brittney. His forehead immediately fell beside it."Mornin' LT, did I ever tell you how good you look in gold? " Sergeant Stan Carter had a bright smile that morning. He carried two steaming cups of coffee. He was still getting used to having a new partner. Vin Gonzales was no Jean deWolff, but the kid was eager. Stan wondered how Al had kept up with him. His old partner was perched behind a half century old desk. She was not wearing anything like a smile. "Two cream no sugar. They didn't have that cream.