He slammed down a folder."Prints?" I asked disingenuously."Fingerprints," he snapped.I looked down at my hands curiously. "I didn't know that could be... done," I said, deliberately misunderstanding. "Has plastic surgery become that advanced?"He glared at me. "The records, not your fingers," he said. "You changed them, didn't you?" How would I do that, sir?" I asked politely.He heaved a weary sigh. "Jack, it's just not good enough," he said. "I know it's you. Your wife admits who she is, how about. She smiled in triumph as she placed the cool palm of her hand over the boy?s buttocks as Cynthia pulled up a chair behind his legs. Peter gazed at the linoleum tiles in shock, his head pounding with humiliation. He shivered as he felt the cool hand of the nurse being placed symbolically upon his buttocks. It seemed, to Peter, to accent his vulnerability and his utter degradation? and to herald what was to come! He was acutely aware of the soft skin of her thighs pressing hard against his penis. I really enjoyed it if they shot their load over her face, neck or breasts but seeing it ooze out of her mouth also did it for me, for her part Anne preferred his load pumping deep inside her cunt but happily let me have my pleasure.One day she was meeting up with a guy she was having an affair with and suggested that I might like to visit a particular isolated carpark that they occasionally used for assignations at around about 1:00pm. I of course dropped the business I was working on at the. ? Lisa held up a hand. ?No talking. Get in there. She left the door open. ?Go into the bathroom together and take care of things. While you're there, check each others grooming. You have 5 minutes. She noticed Albert with the other girls in the hallway. Her competitive instincts kicked in. She thought, ?no sympathy, no softness.? The two women filed back into the room. ?Kneel, facing each other.? They quickly complied. ?Julie, this will be news to you. Autumn already knows that I am now with.