Her ass stuck up in the air as she bent down into the back seat. Her dress was now up around her waist, her panties completely exposed. I grabbed at m...y erection as I watched her ass wiggle around next to me. My balls were starting to ache from having a constant erection. She turned her ass toward me as she reached back down on the floor. Her ass was now right in my face. I could see a wet spot forming at the crotch of her panties. I could smell her mixture of perfume and sweet excitement.. But ... I will not stand for his blatant taking of a woman in my office. A client could have walked in and seen them just as I did. He has gone too far this time.”“So, you didn’t push it when the police came?”“A female officer took pictures once, but I would not allow her to do so the second time. And ... I never went to the place she indicated to sign a warrant for his prosecution. They arrested him the first time, and he spent the night in jail. They said it was the law. They threatened to. No one cared. When I got to the bar, a pretty girl was sitting by herself. Because she did not look back at me, I tried, with considerable effort, and less success, not to look at her. Her boy friend came for her. He was a civilian, wearing a modish business suit, with a broad, floral tie. They shared a drink, and a kiss, and left. Another pretty girl walked by without stopping. Because she made a point of looking straight ahead, I did not try to talk to her. A young man about my age. The job requirements of being a CSI investigator were one thing -- there shorter hair was easier to deal with a less likely to produce evidence contamination; on the performance stage at the Maverick Club, Catharine though longer hair looked a whole lot sexier on here than it did when she was wearing it short. Catharine not only thought her hair added to her physical appearance but it also felt good as it swayed back and forth over her shoulders and upper body.Catharine was sitting at her.