Whether it was the pain in my feet or from the piercings and tattoos of ownership that covered my smooth flesh or from the weight of the huge milk fil...led udders that hung from my chest, but I knew my sexual arousal from pain to be part of my conditioning as well. Once I heard my name I plastered on the biggest smile of perfect white teeth I could muster and strode out on stage. The tight black rubber dress that barely covered my firm little ass and large jiggling breasts squeaked with each. Best of all, her status is "Single."You write back quickly, awaiting her response. Her response comes in about ten minutes; either she really DOES have no life or she was eagerly awaiting your response.You start talking on Instant Messaging. At first, everything is innocent. You talk in greater detail about music, movies, video games, your life stories. The two of you talk every night for a week."How can you be single?" you ask at one point."How can YOU?" she writes back."I dunno. People here. I’m starved.’ Mallory shook her head and watched as he walked out the door. ‘Come on Little Red!’ Ryan called from the hallway. ‘I told you last night not to call me that, you over grown monkey!’ she called back, but a smile grew on her face. ‘No way! I’m a big bad wolf! And I’m hungry!’ An hour and a greasy cheeseburger later, Mallory walked back into her office, laughing. Ryan had left, but had promised to pick her up to come watch his morning practice the following day. She only worked. Ihr langes blondes Haar war zu einem Zopf zusammengebunden und die fehlende Klimaanlage im Streifenwagen lies salzig schmeckenden Schweiß über ihre sinnlichen Lippen laufen.Katjas Blick wanderte zu ihrem Kollegen und Streifenführer Dirk herüber, der den Wagen lenkte und trotzdem aufmerksam das Treiben auf der Straße beobachtete. Das war nicht weiter schwer, da sich um diese Zeit bis auf einige verschlafene Nachtwächter niemand im Industriegebiet aufhielt.Dirk war der geheime Schwarm von Katja..