After The Interview… Ammy Redhead Wants To Test My Skills!!!

The suspect laughed again, ignoring the incessant banging on the door behind us. Maybe I should’ve told my partner what really went down, but I didn’t even know if he would believe me. A warm treacle-like wash of feel-good from being complimented. The lingering taste of bitter coffee was on him, and instead of pushing him away, I found myself chasing after him, wanting more. All I could do was watch helplessly as he played with my breasts, rolling his fingers between my painfully stiff nipples. A non-de*********** 90s Honda Civic rolled up and parked outside the building. That’s a good slut cop,” he hissed through his teeth. What stood out to me was the fact that he was wearing a white jumpsuit and carried a briefcase. “Let’s call her Subject 87X. He turned and his eyes went wide.