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I was quite willing to do patrols myself, but as inspector Wasn,t supposed to though I did any way just to break monotony and to stay awake! The compa...y had some very stunning young ladies working for them and one red head named Renee was on night staff and flirted outrageously with me even when my number two was present. I felt there was mutual feelings between us and fortunately Didn,t have lng to wait to find out. Renee knew I was only there for three weeks so on only my second night when. Maybe you've forgotten that he popped me on the chin last time he saw me," recalled Steve. "I really don't want to have a problem with your dad. He was right, and I was wrong. I had it coming." You let Mom and me worry about Dad," replied Gwen with a grin. "He feels pretty bad about that incident. He jumped to conclusions and he regrets it, but let it be a warning to you, Mister. Do not harm Ted Anderson's daughters in any way, or he'll flog you within an inch of your life."Ted Anderson was. I told you it ain't nothing to me what she does," Helen said. Then she took a deep breath and signed. "Thanks for telling me she is alive. I did wonder about that." Do you know with whom she is on the run?" I asked."No idea, but the she probably met him on the Internet," she said. "You know on that web site ConsGoneWild.com. Some kind of chat room or something," she said."Okay, well I just wanted to stop by and let you know where I stood with your friend," I said."Thanks, you staying for. A deep breath in and my hand slowly started to work that one finger in and out, while my thumb massaged my slippery little clit. Oh it was so needy, it felt so good just to feel the pressure against it. I moved my thumb in a circular motion, making me moan a little bit louder. My legs spread out and I finally slid down a bit in my seat, adding another finger to my wet hole. I could feel myself throbbing around the intrusion, moaning again I began to curl my fingers towards my belly button,.
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