He pulled me close and we kissed passionately. As we kissed he pushed down my trousers and cupped my round ass. It was so thrilling to have him touch ...me, and I knew I would let him use me in any way he wanted. I was his, all his.He slid his hand up, over my body, resting his hand on my shoulders. I knew what was going through his mind and slid down to my knees in front of him. His hand slid through my hair as I unbuckled his trousers, revealing the huge bulge encased in its cotton prison. I. "(MOAC) "IT, 'Investigation Team'. The IT is a group of senior officers tasked with investigating live fire events and, yes, it's mandatory for this type of situation. I'm not sure what 'back up' Greene was contemplating because records show no units were likely to arrive at Sub-7 until after Castro's relief. That is, if they were ordered to deploy there straight away and they were not. Greene hadn't the authority on his own to order those units deployed in any case."(Castro) "Yeah, shit, I. "Whip the white slut's asshole while I make you cum on my whip," prodded Mistress Faith, "cum for me baby, cum for me, look at the slut's white ass turning red, when you've cum I'll let you shove this wet whip up his asshole," her voice getting harsher as she spoke.That did it; Mistress Cindy gave one last lash of the whip, grabbed behind her for a handful of Faith's ass, hunched over slightly and stood motionless as the orgasm washed over her in waves. The amazing thing about Mistress Cindy. Somebody gave him up to keep you from looking at somebody else. So who gave you the tip?" I can't surrender a source," he said. "There is no protocol for that kind of thing," I won't make it an order that you surrender the name, but you better find out why a low level unconnected cooker is who you came up with. I'm going to start looking for a reason, if you don't." He didn't have to know that I was already checking him out.I spent the rest of the day on the third homicide. It was a random.