หนุ่ม นมโต: ร้อน ผมสีบรูเนท วัยรุ่น คนสวย นิ้วมือ เธอ หวาน สำส่อน

I explained what I wanted to the second shift officers, stressing the need for confidentiality. Lt. Dan Powell briefed the third shift officers and I spoke to Mulvaney to ensure that we had plenty of shotguns and ammunition. I also checked to make sure we’d have someone on duty to man our three new cells. Once I had identified three storerooms that we could clear due to computerizing our records the City Council approved spending seventy-five thousand dollars of our recovered funds from the big drug bust for bars, sliding barred doors, and barred polycarbonate windows for each of the rooms. Adding basin/toilet combinations Brunette and plumbing was easy. I had placed five of the officers who had failed to qualify on the new standards down there, ordering Mulvaney to assist during the day shift when necessary. We eventually decided to use personnel from the third shift for the raid with the exception of Aimee Johnstone and her training partner because we needed a female officer and Aimee was it for now. Second shift officers would continue on patrol for an additional three hours. This made the most sense; third shift officers would be fresh and alert, much more so than masturbating those ending their shift. Daryl, Dan, and I laid out the preparations at inspection that morning, insisting that everyone involved arrive at headquarters by 11:00 that evening. We were on site by masturbation 11:45 with two officers and a sergeant stationed at the rear exit and four officers and Lt. Powell controlling the front. Daryl and I would lead the remaining eight into the bar. All of them were armed with Ithaca 12-gauge shotguns as well as their pistols and batons. I was armed with my regular pistol, baton, and my deadliest weapon—Max—as I pushed my way through the door. The noise, other naked than the jukebox, disappeared as soon as Max and I could be seen by the crowd. We approached the bar as my team spread around, shotguns at the ready. The owner/bartender was wiping his hands on a filthy towel as he approached. He hadn’t gotten a single word out of his mouth when Daryl pulled the jukebox’s plug out of the socket. “Um…what’s going on, Chief?” “I’m closing you down, Mr. Bolt, right after I search all of your patrons.” “You can’t do that. I run a clean joint.” “Clean joint, eh? How many times have my people been here because of a brawl or an overdose in the past month? I could understand maybe once, but we’ve had to send officers here at least twice a week on average and every time the people involved have been high on coke or meth or heroin. That’s why I’m closing you down right after everyone here is searched. Now, I have no desire to actually arrest anyone tonight and I won’t if everything illegal winds up on the floor. However, if we find anything illegal on your person when you’re searched you can plan on spending at least a few days in jail and probably more.” I passed a set of teen papers across the bar to Bolt as I continued, “I’ve taken the liberty of printing the applicable sections of the city ordinances that apply to my actions tonight. Take a careful look at Section 54, Part 4, paragraphs C through G.” By then Daryl had worked his way behind the bar to take possession of Bolt’s pistol. He lifted it up to show me so I returned my attention to the patrons. Lisa twitched and then her hips responded, starting to piston up masturbation and down in time to meet my teen finger’s anal fuck-thrusts. Caitlin felt the large vein under her father's cock swell as his orgasm again approached. "You couldn't prove it by looking at your . . ." I love to look at girls of all ages. I do a big second lick. I undid the snap but couldn’t quite get my hands in the right position to take down my zipper. “N-no, well, yes, well…” She felt embarrassed and looked down into her glass, feeling suddenly stupid, subtly slinking her foot back into her heel under the table. “Ah, fuck Tom, it’s too big. She looked masturbating over, and Allie was staring at her silk covered groin, and Erin wasn't in any hurry to cover it. I was kinda the poor kid in school naked so I did not have a computer or games. Why wouldn’t she believe that Shelly didn’t know? My cock ached against her stomach. Mine under her muumuu, all night. My head jerked back and forth over and over as I tried in vain to throw off the anguished sleep—sleep filled with hideous nightmares--that seemed to hold me in its iron Brunette grip.