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"Well, it's about time we raided a few of these perverts," Inspector Head suggested, "Where's young Mulholland?" "Down the Dog and Duck?" I queried. "Or the Red Lion," Sharon suggested, "It's strippers night but I couldn't swap me shift. "Give Forbsie a buzz on the dog," I suggested, "Them two stick together like couple of moths with spunk on their wings," They looked at me like I was talking bollocks, "Dog," I says, "Dog and Bone, phone." A smile of recognition and a quick radio message and Forbsie and Tony was on their way. "Speed is of the essence," Inspector Head insisted. "Best take the Subaru," I said. "But they aren't qualified Police Drivers!" Head says. "Tony did a track day at Oulton Park," I reminded them, forgetting to add he wrote off his Uncle's Triumph Acclaim in the process as he was totally pissed at the time. "Better take the Subaru," he said and we got some tins of Four X and some pork pies in case we got peckish and piled in the Subaru, me and Head in the back, Tony driving. Tony really booted the throttle and got us going nicely, ninety in a Subaru feels like eighty in an ordinary car over sleeping policeman humps in pedestrian areas and we put some lovely skid marks on that light coloured stone by the tram tracks and then we on the M62 and heading for Leeds at a ton thirty, scaring the shit out of HGV drivers by overtaking on the hard shoulder. "Where to?" he asked after ten minutes or so and we realised we didn't have a fucking clue where we was off to. Of course it didn't have a Sat Nav to save weight, yeah, when Forbsie was the best part of tenty stone and Head not far behind and they worried about a sat nav." "Turn Round." Inspector Head ordered. Tony caned the brakes and the mad bastard did Hardcore a U ie and headed back the way we come, West bound on the Eastbound carriageway the wrong way up the fucking hard shoulder of the M62 at a ton ten and there's no fucking hard shoulder under half the bridges. "No!" Head cried but Tony had it sorted with another U'ie, up the off ramp across the roundabout and down tother side the wrong way again so he did a new U'ie and we was heading back where we come, fastest thing on the road except a black Suzuki what overtook and a bloke on a Ducati what was slipstreaming us. The Pedo was an anticlimax, sad little sod what just dreamed of kiddies not your real hands on Pedo, sad cunt, "Oh have you brought my videos?" he asked, I ask you, Tony and Forbsie was in fucking plod uniform and he thinks they are fucking couriers! so we just cautioned him and smacked him up a bit to sort of remind him he mustn't be a bad boy when he looked in the mirror at his busted nose and the gaps where his teeth used to be. "So how do you like your new job?" Inspector Head asked me. "Fucking hard work," I said, "Being Police Commissioner, fucking difficult finding the time to spend all me money what with thirteen thousand for doing fuck all on the council and now ninety grand for sorting you cunts out." "You said your priorities were Pedophiles and Prostitution," the Inspector said, "Have you any ideas what to do about prostitution?" "One or two," I says, "Careers advice, see of a girls pug ugly it's no good teen her going on the game, yet if she's gorgeous what the fuck is the point in going to university and doing Law for seven ears as she can make more on an hour on her back than she ever will a lawyer?" "I don't know about that Johnno," Tony said, "They see's you coming mate!" "They comes running when I flash the cash," I said, "But I been out meeting the girls and listening." "And fucking," Tony adds. "Well, can't be rude," I says, and I looks out and fuck me if there wasn't a pair of queers holding hands. He wrapped his little butt in the towel and sat down next to me grabbing the PlayStation controller and starting a game. “I am glad you noticed,” I said, joy gushing through me. “It was a lot of effort to do this.” “You're not... overwhelmed by the need to have sex with me.” He was wearing khaki shorts, tennis shoes, a navy-blue collared skirt with “Dirk’s Pool Maintenance” embroidered on the chest. Then poor Cathy dropped her towel right in front of you. "You can lick me anywhere you want!" “You can’t tell Daddy, either. We have to take our clothes off and one at a time he puts us over teen his lap and he gives us 20 or 30 swats with his hand. He told me when we were in bed last night how he wanted to watch you fuck me, even though we were covered up he could tell I was giving you a hand job. About 11 am we received a notice that someone was at the outer gate wanting access. "What really?" this one time. Turning to Erin, Aja found the asian woman already staring up at her, lips wet and parted. After a few minutes, her lips leave his and Kit blinks several times, unsure what to do or say. “Fair enough, but that by itself doesn’t absolve him. Looking at Vestus and Kathleen I started preparing myself for the Hardcore next transport. “I bet you didn't get a good enough look when you burst in on me spanking it.” My groin suddenly tingled and swelled. Stepping into his chambers, he closed the door and set his gladiator helmet on a nearby cushion. The boys cleaned her up as best they could, but she would be leaking cum for at least two days if Terry was right. The redhead touched herself again, and looked at the closed door. She changed her moaning an octave higher. The only thing she could think of was finishing herself off.