“Then why do they hide behind a mask?” she asks. “The police who are the real heroes don’t need to hide behind a mask.” “It’s to protect... their identities and their friends and family,” I argue. She sighs. “You and I are never going to agree on this. Let’s just leave it at that.” “Fine,” I say. Amelia dishes out the casserole between the two of us. For the most part, we ate dinner in silence. “How was the field trip?” Amelie asks. “It was… good,” I say. “Yeah? I thought you couldn’t wait to see. There is only one word that comes to mind to describe it and that is pristine.I started blowing my hot breath on her clit and started lightly touching it with my tongue. She moaned and said something about God. I slowly increased the tempo of my licking. I knew we were in for the long haul. She had mentioned in one of our conversations that she liked to be spit on, and I didn’t want to disappoint. I spit on her pussy and began tonguing deeply in that her essence, to which she moaned.I knew I. We started the meeting and things weregoing ok at the start, except of course for the constant stares every man inthe room was giving her boobs.? Pamelawas a bit incoherent in some of her comments and facial expressions showed thateveryone thought she was quite distracted this afternoon.? I was the only one that knew why and I lovedit, thinking about how wet her pussy was getting and how she could do nothingabout it. Despite herself I saw towards the end ofthe meeting that she was starting to. “How does it work?” she said, looking at the buttons. Before I could answer she had pressed one of them. With a quiet buzzing sound, the ears of the rabbit vibrated gently. She pressed the button again and the trembling intensified. With a third press, the ears were a blur and Ann placed her finger to them. “How does it feel?” I asked.“Really good, I think it vibrates faster and stronger than my other one.” Ann replied. She pressed another button and the buzzing slowed and then stopped. As she.