Remarkably, this is still not enough. Now they will put me against the wall with cancer, they will search, they will find a ring, a key, and then write letters, dear parents.

What can I say. I keep quiet like a fish.

- What do you say to that? - Khomich could have a tough approach to the question. He is amused by my reluctance to prick.

“Probably they misled me with someone,” I mumble in response.

Polkan chuckles. Pulls hand to the switch:

- Lyudochka, please come in for a second.

A goat is snotting into the office.

“Lock the door,” the Polkan throws at her tiredly.

She clicks the lock, freezes near the door at attention.

- Dima, - Khomich stretches the vowels, as if he is looking for my protection in the name. - Dmitriy.

I raise my nose expectantly.

“Can I ask you something?” - Polkan completely flew off the coils, turning to me with such a soulful thrill.

There is nothing in the world that I could refuse to this polite law enforcement officer.

I nod resolutely.

- Fuck this bitch once, otherwise she already has a lot of brains. Muryzhit me here all day, does not give rest.

In amazement, I stare at a regiment, sneak a glance at Lyudochka. She looks at the floor detached.

- How? - until the end I hope this is a joke.

- In a condom, of course. Finish is not necessary. Just shove her a couple of times, - the half-regiment switches to the subordinate: - Come here, scum. Now you will fuck.

Fury climbs with heels, comes close to Khomich.

- Take off your junk.

Lyudochka perky pulls the skirt, capron shiny tights, white panties.

The omnipresent lock dangles on the vagina tightened by a steel bar. The shaved fat carcass of the suckling pig is firmly linked by rings.

Khomich unzips the button under the tie, pulls out the key.

“Click”, - and Lyudochka takes a cow-ass to pull the spring on the table.

- Do you mind if I look? - Polkan looks tired from work, from life.

Negatively shake my head, while maintaining the utmost care not to give a shock.

“The key keeper called the key keeper to provide services of an intimate nature,” the thought flashes.

Lyudochka in the meantime finishes removing personal belongings. At the command “Go for it” he hovers towards me with pantyhose lowered, knee-length thongs, kneels on his knees, hands slide to his fly, unhooks it, tightens panties, takes out a member. All this with an imperturbable contented expression of duty on the face. I do not have time to come to my senses, as a fierce fury in uniform, sticks to ringed flesh, swallows a limp sausage completely, washes her tongue, chases her cheek, presses her palate, rumbling like a cat, digging its claws into thin, swollen skin, pulling the penis with lips long, so that in seconds to dive to the end, completely filling yourself with a hardening mass. She works with frenzy, the Klyuchnik's black ring releases sexual aggression that has accumulated in the dressing room during the long months of imprisonment.

“Finally, the iron riser with a ring. Now he will not leave me, ”Lyudochka puts on a condom, rolls it to the ground in one fell swoop, and already pulls me over my dick to the table. Tilts on the table cover flat, not releasing a member of the tenacious fingers. Sticks the head into the hot open vagina.

There is something unnatural in her movements, zombic. She acts without brakes, formalities, obsessed with one desire - to fuck me as soon as possible. This is a male lust with which the males, after a long detention, fuck their girlfriends, only expressed the opposite.In the female passive desire to straddle, plant, rub a girl in a blue shirt with epaulettes becomes a goat-teaser who climbs on the rampage, rushes to the embrasure with a vagina wide open.

I enter it to the end, and then Lyudochka publishes a desperate, heart-rending moan, chest, wheezing, with familiar notes of madness, as if I had thrown her sword into the womb, and not seventeen centimeters of sausage, specially filled for work.

“So,” Khomich, who had remained indifferent all this time, watching the actions of the ward, shoved his middle finger into Lyudochka’s mouth. That sucks him as greedily as before, my dick.

She completely oskotinilas: moaning nastily, like a porn star, bounces back on the penis, flies forward on the finger. Each of my blows causes a storm of emotions in it.

“Just like that, scum,” repeats the Polkan with a contented grin, chasing half his brush in the mouth of his subordinate. - You will sleep now quietly.

- Y-gu, - Lyudochka purred languidly. There is no trace of her arrogance.

Polkan also decided not to be bored: he pressed Lyudochka to the table with his cheek, pulled out a huge black club with a handle from the drawer and put a half-rubber farm in a sleazy mouth in a goaty goat. Driving now, hard dolbya her in the throat, without any understanding that this is a living person with disabilities, and not a rubber Zina.

But Lyudochka seems to like it. Otherwise, she would not helplessly stretch her arms along her hips, like a chicken, giving the Master a mouth to be torn apart. It seems to her that she really doesn’t care what they do with her. She swam with her eyes and body, went limp on the table, returning to the female passive role.

I clung to the fat thighs with the rudiments of cellulite, dolbly slowly white swollen ass. This is enough to bring the police sergeant to a pre-orgasmic hysteria. She sobs, throws her heels up, twitches on the table in a fit similar to epilepsy.

“Hold her,” the Polkan wheezes, nailing Lyudochka's neck to the table with a claw-clip, almost completely dropping a batted club into the throat. All thirty centimeters thick with the spade of a shovel with great speed fly into the throat, expanding it visually. The handle hits on the lips and the baton begins the return trip. Lyudochka does not swallow a bludgeon, she is gutted like a chicken or a turkey, thrusting her rubber arm deep inside, raking up the remnants of female snot.

I hold her. She beats in a powerful orgasm, as if nothing else knows in this world, except for violent orgasms. And a terrible insane moan, cat's roar of March roars through the office of the Chief of the Main Directorate.

- So, - Khomich feels no less pleasure from the subordinate orgasm. He gradually releases her to free swimming, pats her cheek. I also take a step back, exhausted after fighting with the ass of a wild Mustang.

Lyudochka slides off the baton on the table cover and falls to the floor like a bag of flour. This causes the wild laughter of the Polkan.

- Well done, helped out, - he is pretty looking at me. “What would I do without you,” he goes around the edge of the table, looks down.

I have already tucked a member with a condom in jeans, staring at a lifeless, full body, lying under the table, fucked in my mouth as a symbol of police courage. My role for today is fulfilled. I hope they will let me go without being charged with seducing young employees.

“Yes, give my regards to Shitinkov there,” the polkan smiles amiably, unexpectedly holds out her hand. I feel awkward, shaking her, remembering that is the name of Muller.