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... "Yess!" Scott tapped his feet happily on the floor as he waited. Three minutes passed, then the door opened and shut behind him. He could hear the lock being turned this time. He thought, whatever it is that Mrs. Bosley is going to give me, it must be a really private matter. I hope I don't have to pee into a cup or anything like that. Mrs. Bosley came to stand in front of the desk, close enough to him so that he could smell a really sweet-smelling perfume. Except, Mrs. Bosley wasn't in her business suit. Now, she was dressed in a really riotous sexed-up policewoman's uniform. The blue top had a badge right over where her right nipple would be and had almost all of the buttons undone so that a good part of her breasts was exposed. She also wore a police hat, a skirt that went as far as her upper thighs, and a pair of black high-heeled boots. Her metallic blue hair was tied back in a pony tail. She held a light-weight, plastic, police baton in her hand and shook it in front of Scott and said, "Now listen to me, you young virile punk! Don't you ever commit a crime again! Do you understand?!" "Yes, mam!" Scott said fearfully and also very turned-on. Mrs. Bosley straddled Scott (still sitting in the chair) on his lap and took out a pair of handcuffs tucked inside her skirt's waistline. She ordered him, "Put your hands behind your back, behind the chair!" He did has he was told and she handcuffed him. "There," she said, then she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him ...

... like he was a long lost lover. Her tongue slithered quickly into his mouth and owned it, raping his tongue in the process. He tried to move his head back, but she only increased the pressure of her arms around his neck and he quit trying to escape her grasp and kiss. After a while, she stopped kissing him, but kept her face pressed against his. She told him, "Scott, I'm a different kind of cop girl. I believe in persuading the bad guys to stop doing bad things by showing them a good time. And you know what? It's been working." Scott said, "That's fantastic, Mrs. Bosley, but I have one question. What if your son, John, gets caught doing something bad? How are you going to stop him?" To which, she answered, "Oh, he's never going to do anything bad. I've been fucking him ever since he was 16." On hearing that, Scott's hard-on got ten times harder in a split second, causing Mrs. Bosley to straighten up in shock. "Oh my! Feels like you've got a mean cock down there." Scott said, "With all due respect, Mrs. Bosley - you can't handle that thing. It's a monster with a life of its own. Just give me a lap dance and let me go. I've learned my lesson." She said in a mischievous voice, "Ooh! A frankenstein cock, huh? Interesting..." "Trust me, Mrs. Bosley. You don't want to mess with it." She chuckled, looking down at his bulging pants, and said, "That sounds more like a challenge than a warning, Scott." He pleaded, "I'm not challenging you, Mrs. Bosley! I'm sure you're very good at what you ...