"I want ALL of them back, Carlie. Where are they?" "They're in my car! I like to masturbate back there! What's wrong with you, creep?" It's my fucking... business! I want my dildos back!" I yelled at her. I grabbed a pair of handcuffs from the kink section and cuffed her to a chair in the storage room, using them for their intended purpose- holding criminals. "Give me your fucking keys!" I screamed. "Okay, okay, chill brooooo!" she sighed. I ran out to her car and unloaded the trunk, and came back. And Matthew O’Shea became the next captain. A position he hadn’t even been in line for, until the Department’s hero screwed up big-time by risking his career to save his idiot son. In exchange for the District Attorney dropping all charges against Sebastien Renard, Ernest Renard had to forsake all chances of ever becoming police chief. He’d never be more than a police sergeant now. He might even lose that rank someday if another foul up happened. You never know. Treachery is the order of the. ' She walked closer to me, taking a look at what I was watching 'Do you like that sort of thing or would you rather watch something else?' In that moment I don't know what it was, maybe the suggestive way she said something else or maybe it was the look in her eyes, but I got aroused and even more excited than I was before. She stood next to me, closed the laptop and walked back over to the doorway.She started to run her hands up and down her body, cupping her boobs and rubbing her crotch along. .Had dinner. And then she showed me all the new nighties that my father had gifted her. One was a bit transparent and she forgot she didn’t have to show me that.So she quickly removed it from my sight. I let it go at that time. But in the night when we were talking on the bed I asked her why did she not show me that naught nightie. She told me you are asking silly questions. That day I slept early. I woke up around 3 am and went on to feel where her nighty was.To my amazement, she was wearing.