I simply nodded told her about my fetish for women's tummies. This seemed to turn her on.She pointed at my shorts. "Do you have any more in there?" sh...e asked, smiling.My gaze dropped to her tummy and I focused on her navel, quickly feeling my penis hardening again. She put her hands on her hips and smiled a sexy grin."What say you come in and show me what a tummy-fetish is all about," she said in a naughty tone.Again I almost had a heart attack for the second time that day!I followed Louise. I know of innocent men locked away for crimes they didn’t commit. And I know of women as well as men who have been allowed to get away with murder. That’s life, I guess. The protection of decent, hard-working men and women along with their families and friends, that’s why I want to get into law enforcement. To stand between good people and the forces of evil. I know things aren’t always this black and white. I know there is treachery and deceit out there. I know of the astonishing number of. After all, what guy could resist thepromise of a night of no-strings-attached fucking with two hot women?Dan lived in a large studio apartment only a few blocks away. Kristenand Dave headed over to the couch to start making out, so Wendy and Danwent to the large double bed on the other side of the room.Wendy laid back on the bed, kicked her heels off, hiked up her skirt,and yanked off her panties. Dan was down on her in an instant, lickingher slit and sucking on her clit like a pro. Wendy was. Gregg went closer until the Swami held up his hand to stop. "The question is, Gillstrom, what are you going to do about the girl, Samantha? Disrespect has been shown. She has failed to know her place as a handmaiden, as dasa."Gregg realised at once the Swami was right. He couldn't believe that he had forgotten her insults and the way that she had ignored him. Sam needed to be shown the error of her ways; to be convinced of the power of the Swami. He was about to thank the Swami for his guidance.