Undercover Trouble (Closed)

[Dirtydave1974]

Sarah wrenched her body away and staggered forward. Her face was flushed and the round curve of her breasts rose and fell in tune with her panting breaths.

The hard nub of her nipples stabbed their way into her shirt as she took a moment to compose herself.

Al watched on. He was lying back of his couch, legs spread wide and raging hard cock, still coated in Sarah’s juices, pressed against his stomach and pointing at his belly.

" Shit my phone is not where I left it."

He watched her, with a mixture of arousal, frustration, appreciation of her beauty and disappointment at her behaviour. From his position he was afforded the luxury of composing himself without her really noticing as she appeared to be too focused on herself.

He made no attempt to cover himself.

Sarah started searching the table and her clothes. “I have your phone.”

She froze and glanced in his direction. “Give it to me,” she said.

“No.” He took his finger that was still covered in her warm fluids and examined it before placing it in his mouth and tasting her. “We need to chat, and I don’t want them listening in. So sit your ass down, now.” He told her with calm authority.

He sat up and slowly replaced his towel covering his swollen dick. He continued watching her from across the room. “They won’t interrupt us and if you want it, you can have the phone back after our chat.”

He could feel something pulling him toward her. A powerful need to touch her once more. He ignored it.

“First, business.. we have to assume they are still watching the house. So might be best that you stay here. Second,” Al stood and stride around the coffee table separating them. He took a seat in front of Sarah and leaned toward her. He wanted to kiss her again. Pin her to the couch and explore every inch of her body with his tongue. Fuck her hard until she was screaming his name over and over again. “We should talk about what just happened between you and me.”

 

[Gamina]

“No. We need to chat, and I don’t want them listening in. So sit your ass down, now.”

Sarah found herself plopping down on the sofa as she was not going to fight him on everything.But before she could speak, the man stood up and covered up. “They won’t interrupt us and if you want it, you can have the phone back after our chat. First, business.. we have to assume they are still watching the house. So might be best that you stay here. Second,”

The rookie cop couldn't believe how flippant the man was being about the rules set by the FBI, and how unaware he was about the extraction agreement me she had with Ally.

“We should talk about what just happened between you and me.”


Rolling her eyes at she stood up from the sofa, she took a breath to calm herself down before talking. "I need my phone now. If you want a private chat that they do not listen in on, use a fucking tablet, or a burner and text me. But if you blackbox my phone and my handler has no signal on me at all, we have 15 minutes before the extraction team is here fucking up our cover."

She said on a stern tone, that betrayed how hard it was for her to not scream at him at the moment. She then added. "You are aware of how many Fed's your crew killed right? You really think they will take any risks with the life of a rookie cop like myself? Think about how fucking bad it would look on them if I got killed..."

Then as the man moved towards his stash Sarah relaxed and added. "As for the last thing. Thank you for the compliment. I am glad gay little me could convincingly act interested in you on the spot. But just keep in mind that it is an act"

 

[Dirtydave1974]

"You are aware of how many Fed's your crew killed right? You really think they will take any risks with the life of a rookie cop like myself? Think about how fucking bad it would look on them if I got killed..."

Al stared at her through half lidded eyes. “Is that what they told you? That my crew killed Feds… Interesting.”

There were so many things about this entire operation that didn’t add up. Killing Feds was bad for business. Killing Feds brought the full weight of the government crashing down on top of them. Better by far to pay them off. Why would they tell her that? Unless there was something he didn't know. No that didn't add up.

On the other hand, she could be scared. He’d cut off her life line. A life line she put far too much faith in. Whatever the reason, she clearly wasn’t going to talk. He retrieved the phone and locked the box again.

"As for the last thing. Thank you for the compliment. I am glad gay little me could convincingly act interested in you on the spot. But just keep in mind that it is an act"

He looked her up and down, her face taught and concerned but still flushed red. Her nipples still jutting out like two diamonds beneath his T-shirt. It was hard to tell if she was saying that to cover up her embarrassment, or if she was being genuine. Either way, he didn’t appreciate the dismissive attitude.

Part of him had hoped she might want to continue. The more logical part wanted to check in and find out what she was thinking. They had both crossed each others agreed limits multiple times that night. That had to elicit some sort of emotional reaction. Disgust, anger, frustration, lust. Despite her insistence on being gay, she hadn’t been shy about going for his dick. He wasn't sure what to think.

“I never complimented you,” Al said handing the phone to her. “For the record.” He strode to the bedroom. “I’m going to bed. I don’t care what you do, just don’t wake me.” Al shut the door behind him.

 

[Gamina]

Agent Ally:

Ally was pacing the living room, Sarah's phone had gone dark since Al announced the visit of one of his coworkers. She had assumed this would happen eventually, and had promised the doe eyed cop that this would trigger an extraction, even though it probably would be too slow to matter, even if she got it approved in the first place. The buzzing sound of an alert pulled her back to her PC, the camera across the street had picked up the three criminals exiting the apartment. From their relaxed attitude, Ally assumed that things had worked out calmly. Yet still nothing on the girls phone.

“I never complimented you, For the record. I’m going to bed. I don’t care what you do, just don’t wake me.”

Ally sighed a deep sigh of relief. Not only did her girl managed to not blow her cover, she also did it in time to not have to test the extraction rule. Never the less Ally pulled the green screen behind her and selected the file that would make it look as if she was around the corner of Al's apartment instead of in the safe house, just in time to pick up Sarah's Snapchat.

 

[Gamina]

Sarah wanted to scream at the man, but she restrained herself, after all this must be stressful for him too, and there was nothing to be gained by arguing about it. As the bedroom door closed in her face she pulled up her phone and facetimed Ally.

"Sheesh hottie, good to see you are having a good time"

The agent said looking at the shirt clad mess she presented to the camera.

"Yeah we got a bit cockblocked by some of his coworkers but we are back on track now so don't wait up for me. Goodnight babe"

She said as she moved towards the bedroom door before ending the call. After all there was no telling, who in the future would go through her phone.

 

[Dirtydave1974]

Al lay on his side naked under the sheet. His cock ached for attention. But he had left it be. He wasn’t in the mood to masturbate.

He heard movement in the other room but closed his eyes and did his best to sleep.

 

[Gamina]

Sarah recovered her panties, that she had left close to the door of Al's bedroom and slipped them back on before moving to the sofa. Taking one of the decorative blankets she cuddled up, her mind racing a thousand miles an hour. Taking in the past 48 hours and thinking about how this craziness only just started.

She hadn't consciously started playing with herself but as she noticed it, she chastised herself about it and firmly put her hands above the blanket before falling asleep.

 

[Dirtydave1974]

Al woke early the next morning despite the late hour that they had gone to sleep. He dressed in a shirt and boxers and slipped nto the kitchen. Sarah was still curled up on the couch, her make-shift sheet doing little to cover her body. Fortunately, the interior heating meant that she wouldn't have been cold.

Al started to prepare breakfast in the kitchen putting aside an extra slice of bacon as a few more eggs into his omelette mix.

After a little while he thought he heard a groan. "I hope you like omelette," he announced. "I have cerial if you would prefer. You want coffee or tea?"

 

[Gamina]

Waking up a little soar from the sofa, Sarah was happy to hear her companion's mood seemed to have recovered with the night of sleep. As the room filled with the smell of eggs and bacon, she stretched and made her way to the kitchen.

"Thanks I am a bowl of black coffee in the morning kind of gal." She said as she parked herself on one of the barstools and added. "But off course I will never say no to bacon."

 

[Dirtydave1974]

"A bowl of black coffee?" Chuckled Al as re retrieved his largest mug and set the coffee grinder to high. Within minutes he had breakfast prepared for them both. He fixed Sarah breakfast as per her liking saying little.

Eventually as they sat to eat he glanced up at her. "You good?" he asked. It seemed like a simple question, but his eyes made it clear he wasn't talking about the breakfast.

 

[Gamina]

"thanks" she said as she took her larg mug of coffee apriciative of nit being lectured about the importance of a healthy breakfast, especially illy knowing that this man spend a disproportionate amount of time working on his fitness, seeing how fit he was. As he asked her if she was good she just shrugged.

"Sure, yesterday was a crazy start but it yielded results." She said before taking a piece of bacon. "And you?" She asked as she figured this could also not be simple for him.

 

[Dirtydave1974]

“You got me quite worked up last night.” He said. He played at the food on his plate for a few moments. His face dropped as he became lost in thought. “I feel like I am walking a tight rope and even if I stay on the wire there is a lion waiting for me at the end.”

 

[Gamina]

" I can see why you would feel this way. " She said as she remembered that he was not exactly here by choice, and that even if they were successfull the man would have to change his whole life and look over his shoulder for ever. As she finished her second piece of bacon, she was startled by Al's phone went off. Normaly the thing was buzzing, but as the sharp beeping sound blasted through the room it was clear that this was important.

" War room, take your squeeze with you, we need someone to pour the drinks"

"Get dressed, we have been summond by the boss"

Sarah jumped up and quickly got dressed, thinking that she should really get a go bag here with a couple of changes of cloth's for this type of emergecies. As she worried about this, she missed the fact that Al also got a text on his burner phone.

" We are going to kick the hornetsnest and see if we can burn off a couple of Andreas laundering scemes in the process."

 

[Dirtydave1974]

A war room was nothing to be sneezed at. Al read through his private message and smiled to himself before stashing his burner away. Better Sarah didn’t see it. That the boss wanted Sarah to be there told him that this was a conversation he wanted to be heard.
Al needed to make sure he was controlling the message and delivering the narrative the boss wanted to be told. He dressed, hurriedly placed his plates in the dishwasher, cleaned his teeth and opened the door for Sarah.

“Well this is what you wanted - game faces on.”

 

[Gamina]

Sarah was running all the information she had gotto about Al's organisation through her mind as the man drove them to the headquarters. Ally had gone through the managment level Al was in, the one above it, even if little was known about the three men between Al's layer and the boss. But finaly she remembered the warnings she had recieved about the big man himself.

Ally had described him to be a man with two faces. On the one hand he was the ultimate patriach, fun, caring and a blast to be around, when he was happy with you. But as you fell out of favor he could be your worse nightmare. She had said that in essence he was the driving force behind the success of the crime family as people were either zealously loyal to him, or they dissapeared off the face of the earth never to be spoken about again.

When they arrived at the club Sarah took a deep breath before Al opened the door for him and did her best to ground herself in her new persona.

 

[Dirtydave1974]

They were one of the last to arrive. Al opened the car door for Sarah, but after she stepped out didn’t place his hand on her ass. Hands in pockets, face intense, he made a beeline for the back door to the club leaving Sarah to follow.

Being early morning, there was no bouncer at the door. Inside the door was a bland concrete stairwell leading up into the club, with a small room to the side. Little Todd had set up shop in the coat room. He pushed a small plastic tray toward the pair, which was already filled with a half dozen mobiles devices.

“No mobiles allowed in the building, Kitten,” Al explained placing his own phone in the basket. “House rules. We’ll get them back at the end of the day. Hopefully you can survive a day without snapchat.”

He lifted his arms as Little Tod started searching his body for wires or weapons. As they did this, Al spotted Thompson and crew crossing the car park and taking up a spot behind Sarah. Once his search was done, Al stepped to one side and it was Sarah’s turn.

 

[Gamina]

“No mobiles allowed in the building, Kitten,” Al explained placing his own phone in the basket. “House rules. We’ll get them back at the end of the day. Hopefully you can survive a day without snapchat.”

Sarah gave him the pouty look of a teenager that you just grounded, but she knew this would happen. Ally had said that the closer she would get to the brains of the operation, the more likely it would be that they would have no electronics rules. The young rookie had just hoped this day would have come a little later in her role. But without skipping a beat she slid her phone and smartwatch in the tray as Al was being patted down.

When it was her turn to be checked she was a bit surprised at how thorough the man was, but then without giving any sign of it being anything but professional. She made a note of this as this did confirm that it would be next to impossible to sneak anything past these doors to help them out later.

 

[Dirtydave1974]

Sarah gave him a pouty look. It was a mixture of cute and sexy at the same time. He found himself drawn to her, but swallowed hoping his rising desire wasn't too obvious.

With arm once more around her back and hand on her ass cheek, he led them up the stairs.

The stairs led up to a small alcove behind the bar on the ground floor. The counter of the bar was stacked with dirty bottles, wine, cocktail and beer glasses. On the far side of the bar a coffee machine was busy grinding away while a portly man stood waiting patiently.

The smell of coffee mixed with the sweat and spilled alcohol of the night before.

To the right stood a small stage, with a booth where the DJ might spin tunes. There are a number of poles for dancers on the stage, which looks down onto an empty dance floor whose surface is still sticky from spilt liquor the night before.

A number of men make their way up another set of stairs behind the dance floor which leads to an upper floor. A balcony forms a rectangle around the building with booths and small tables sprinkled around.

The men ignore this though and head for an office with a clear glass window that looks down onto the lower level. A second group of men can be seen chatting with each other around a meeting table. Other than the bar man and these two groups of men, the club is deserted.

Without a word, Al guided Sarah across the dance floor and up the stairs. The meeting room door was already open and they entered it together.

 

[Gamina]

Trask's POV

Trask shook his head as he saw the group of young men gathered in the clan's meeting room Through the one way mirror next to his personal entrance. Like every single man in his organisation that had made it to this level, he had hand picked them for their function, put in a lot of his time and energie in mentoring them and gaining their loyalty. Yet every couple of years a couple of them will dissapoint him and get the organisation in hot water. Wether it was greed like Andreas and Chef, or pure bad luck like Al, it usually ended up with a fuckload of cleaning up.

Walking through the door, he was greeted by the speedy shuffeling of men that took their place at the table, Two of his generals took their spot left and right of him, while the third one was accutetly missed at the moment, but then the issues in Europe had to be dealth with. Then next to them there was Al, Thompson, and Andreas after them it was a collection of midlevel managers, that were jocking for a place closer to him at the table, and who knew, in the next couple of days their might just be a shuffle.

Trask also led his eyes wander the three women in the room Andreas Bitch Han Beo-Sun , Al's cop cunt and then finaly his own daughter Hailey, who was here to vet other two women.

" As you all heard Chef got rolled up last night." He let that sink in again and noted who was looking at Al in suspision because of last night display. " We got lucky, the coppers had a warrent to bust him here in the club last night. " Again he pauzed to let the severity of this land with his men. It was of course a lie, but someone had to cover for Al right now if he wanted to get through this purge with as many of his talented guys in line as he could. " Luckily our plant in the judges office was able to tip us of, and Al here, redirected the fucker away from us."

He then looked at Andreas. " You are going to hand over 5mil to Thompson tonight." He almost was proud at how calm the man remained at the request, knowing that the way he cooked his books, this would not be an easy feat. " and another ten this weekend. " He said calmly and saw the man visibly gulp and hold back from arguing, but the quick math he did in his head probably told him that that the request was not unreasonable as long as the books were clean, so there was no way to talk himself out of this request here.

" Thompson and Al already have an alternative hookup to replace Chef as they were working on a way to expand out production, but like always, express dilivery is a bitch. So I want everyone to calm their tits, we will not run dry."

As the men were looking at each other, some nervous, some relieved depending on their position, Trask surveyed the room before dropping his gavel and standing up. Walking to his personal door, the boss turned around to face the room. " Y' all better fucking make sure your people are good or gone. Al to my office." He said before closing the door and following the hallway to his personal office. After all it was time to poke some fun at the law.

 

[Dirtydave1974]

Al listened carefully to the boss. Following along with what was being said but also what wasn’t being said. He realised his nervous he’d been coming into the meeting room. His confession about walking a tightrope to Sarah had been true.

He had friends and allies around the table, it was true, but if Trask turned on him most of these would all too cheerfully carve him out of the org and take his share of the business.

" Y' all better fucking make sure your people are good or gone. Al to my office."

Al stood as everyone else shuffled out of the room. Without thinking too much about it he leaned over and kissed Sarah on the lips. A short sharp peck.

“Wait for me,” he said.

“No Al,” Trask replied. “Bring her with you.”

Al shook his head. His nerves were still frayed. Of course, he should have realised this was about her and not him. Al guided Sarah forward and the two of them followed Trask into a quiet office.

 

[Gamina]

Looking around the room, feeling the tension that was present, Sarah felt really out of place. Not only did she see a few of the men that had rapsheet a mile long, but somehow had yet to serve a single day in jail, but more worrisome to her, there were plenty of faces she had no information about, and somehow that made it worse.

"Heya, you must be Sarah, I am Hailey"

A young looking redhead extended her hand towards Sarah for a quick handshake. The rookie smiled at her and "Yes, nice to meet you. So how can I help?" She said knowing that as the daughter of the boss, she probably was the woman in charge. The girl gave her a big smile and said.

Grab a tray of bottles and you keep the men's glasses topped off. Nobody should be drinking too much at this time of day, but you never know. You have the left side of the table, Beo will take the right, and I will take the head of the table. And off course look pretty and keep your lips sealed, but I am sure Al already told you as much.

The girl said it in a pretty nice way, but Sarah did pick up on some strain in her voice, as if she was willing herself to be nice. Then noticing the glance the girl stealthed towards Al as she mentioned him, she put two and two together. With that Sarah picked up the tray and took her place in the room, just in time to see the big boss himself enter the room. She was amazed to see how this group of arrogant alfa dickheads stepped in line without as much as a word needed from the man. It really showed just how much control this man had over his operation.

Sarah made sure to memorise every word verbatim for her report, thinking Ally would be glad to hear about the financial transactions that were about to take place. She figured that how ever we'll they had their system set up, it would be hard to move such numbers without leaving a trace. Just like that the meeting was over, and the man took his exit. Sarah answered Al's peck on the lips enthousiaticly as they were in public and confirmed her suspicion about Hailey as she shot them a look of pure fire as she thought they were not paying attention to her. Then as Trask's voice boomed through the room her heart skipped a beat.

Al took her out of the room through the door they came in and guided her through a maze of corridors.

"Anything I aught to know before we step in?" She asked not noticing that her nerves had made her glue herself to the man's strong frame.

 

[Dirtydave1974]

Sarah pressed herself against him, as Al opened the door. "Anything I aught to know before we step in?" He shot her a warning look. As they stepped back into the corridor they were being followed by both Andreas and Thompson. Better that those two didn't overhear anything incriminating.

Trask had used his private door that no one was permitted to use. Al guided Sasrah away from the crowd to another side door. Al knocked politely, and the boss called out "One second... followed by a come in."
He opened the door revealing the inside of Trask's private, quiet office.

The decor was modern, with several expensive posters framed on either wall. Each depicted images of the city, one a sky line view the other at street. The last of the posters was of a woman in lingerie kissing a topless man in jeans passionately in front of a fireplace.

"Shut the door, Al," Trask said with his back to the couple. "Drink?" he asked offering them two drams of whisky. Al inclined his head and thanked his boss before taking the glass. He looked from Trask to Sarah and back again.

 

[Gamina]

Sarah was a bit miffed that Al just decided to walk them to Trask's office in silence, it was clear that this was stressful for him too, but it wasn't like as if she couldn't use pointers before walking into a literal lions den. As they walked in she took the glass offered to her and for a second looked around the room for a seat, but seeing only one chair in front of the desk she simply took her place next to it, let Al take a seat.

" Seriously Al, you lost your fucking cool over her?"

It was clear what the man ment, this was a direct dig at her looks, and maybe for the first time in her life, she felt slighted by this. Biting her tongue she cast her eyes to her feet, as she started to understand just what it meant to be charismatic to this point.

"While it turned out fine, I had to do something i fucking hate in there."

He said as he stood up and walked around his desk.

" I fucking hate having to lie to my boys." He snarled as his eyes were throwing daggers at the young woman. He then pointed at his desk and said " Elbows on the desk "

Sarah was startled at this request, but immidiatly stepped up to the desk and bend over to place her elbows on the smooth wooden surface. It was only when her elbow hit the wood, she realised what was happening, and she was happy that both men were behind her and so couldn't see the humiliated blush on her cheeks.

*Smack* Sarah yelped audibly as a sharp pain sprung up from her right asscheek. *Smack* followed by another sharp yelp as the man landed an even harder blow on her left side. Already tears blurried her eyesight and as the sharp pain made way for a lingering burning sensation, the young cop gritted her teeth. *Smack* " You realize nobody will be counting those for you right?" *Smack* As her hip was once again thrown to the side, Sarah spoke up. " One" Her voice sounded alot weaker than usual as she was already panting heavily on the desk. *Smack* "Two" Trask chuckled " Well at least you have to appriciate her commitment to start from 1" he said to Al * Smack* " Thr..ee" She said biting her lip to keep her from squirming around.

"This issue with Andreas will be intersting" *Smack* " Fo Four" " There is no way he can come up with the money tonight without burning his operation to the ground. So he will either cut and run, and you know who will take care of him." *Smack* " Fi F Fi ve" Sarah panted, trying to focus as it was clear the man was getting madder as he spoke and unlike in sexual spankings, this was not about illiciting excitement, but just inflicting pain. " Second option is that he manages to take out as much of our cash out of his accounts before he gets shut down by the IRS" *Smack* " Six" Sarah cursed in her head as her voice turned more moany than she wanted as the heat of her bum had spread towards her loins and her body had started to instinctivly pepair for what it expected to come next. " And finaly, and that is the option I hope for, the people behind his fuckery will spot him the cash needed to keep him going for a while and we can use their capital to bankroll our new opperation." He said winking at Al who already knew that the new drug deal was not only already set up, but also already bankrolled. *Smack* "Sev, oh Sevon" She forced herself to say as she felt Trask lifting up her dress to expose reddend bum. At that point there was a short knock at the door, but before Trask could respond, someone opend the door and walked in.

Dad, we just got a report that Cheff was found dead at the prison.

*Smack* " Eightt" Sarah stumbled at the force of the hit, and it took her a second to recover from the hit. "I am yet to fucking give orders on this matter" The man growled at his daughter, who didn't seemed to be intimidated at the least.

it wasn't us. They found him hogtied in the prison kitchen, dick cut off and shoved up his bum.

 

[Gamina]

Trask Pov

Looking at the swelling of this little bitches ass made him smile. Al might have gotten in trouble because of dumb luck, but it seemed that karma was paying him back in kind right away. Focusing on his daughter he stepped away from the woman and moved back to stand behind his desk. Catching the glee in his daughters eyes at the vision of this bend over bitch angered him. He knew that she liked Al, and had decided a long time ago that one day he would be hers. But what she seemed to forget is that she was going to be married off to whom ever He deemed fit to take over his organisation. Maybe it would be Al, but maybe it wouldn't and she had to learn her place. And not for the first time, he cursed the day she was born a woman instead of a man. Looking down at the tearful brunette on his desk he said.

"Need Al to rub your toush a little before round two?" He said, smiling as the woman nodded without the slightest hesitation. He made an inviting motion to Al to get to it before turning back to the girl. " Why don't you remove my belt while we wait." He said giving his daughter a look over as he felt the girls hand fidget with his belt.

 

[Dirtydave1974]

Sarah’s whole body seemed to shudder with each new smack. Her initial cries of pain had dropped an octave and there was something new in her voice, a husky tone that wasn’t pain. Interesting. Al made a note of her kink.

She dropped her forehead to the desk and her ass was raised up high because of the high heels she still wore. The image made his dick twitch.

Suddenly, Hailey was behind him. Standing at the private entrance that he and Sarah had avoided. The beautiful red head paused taking in the scene before her, before settling her eyes on Al.

Dad, we just got a report that Cheff was found dead at the prison.
it wasn't us. They found him hogtied in the prison kitchen, dick cut off and shoved up his bum.

Al frowned. That was not their usual MO. Normally, if someone needed to be silenced it was made to look like suicide. While Chef did indeed need to be silenced the spectacle of his murder was inconvenient. No doubt, the boss had evidence leading to their competitors, but still, questions were going to be asked. All in all, the response appeared emotional, which was unlike the boss.

"Need Al to rub your toush a little before round two?"

Trask asked stepping away from Sarah. Biting her lower lip, Sarah could only nod. Al’s breath caught in his throat as he stepped toward Sarah’s perfect round ass. The left cheek was red and swelling from his bosses previous attention. Using the palm of his hand, Al rubbed the surface of her ass cheek.

“I think she was getting off on being smacked, father,” Hailey said. She was standing directly behind Al. He could feel the tip of her breasts on his back. “She looks like she is in heat. Like a good little submissive slut.”

Al’s hand continued to explore Sarah’s ass and he could feel her shift under his touches and caresses.

“She needs a firm hand,” Trask agreed with his daughter. “Check to see if she is wet, Al.”

Al obediently slid her panties down from over her glowing red ass cheek and allowed his long finger to slide over her pussy. It didn’t take long to locate her slippery juices painted across her entrance.

“Warm her up, Al. Reward her for being a good little submissive,” Hailey said.
Al continued to explore the lips of Sarah’s pussy. Hailey pressed her breasts harder into Al’s back and he could feel her slim stomach against his body and the heat of her breath in his ear. He worked her pussy spreading her juices all over until his long finger tentatively slid inside her.

“She likes being spanked. She loves it,” Hailey said clearly getting off on the humiliation of the young cop. Al found himself fingering Sarah more aggressively. Hailey’s whispered into Al’s ear, “You can do that to me if you want. All you need to do is ask.”

Al’s head shot around, but Hailey had already stepped away. Al turned away from Sarah, his finger still coated with her pussy juice. Mouth wide open as he stared at Hailey. He’d had no idea.

“Yes, I think she is ready for round two.” Trask said.