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I just get home from work, and kicked my heels off, when I hear the door bell ring. I adjust my blouse and skirt, on my way to answer the door. When I answer the door, You introduce yourself as Detective Hanson from the local police department.

You flash your gold badge, and ask if you can come in, and ask me some questions. I willingly invite you in, and ask if you would like something cold to drink. I am very nervous, wondering why your there.

You don’t answer me, and you ask if there is any one else, in the house with me. I tell you no, but you insist that I show you around, just to be certain. You can see that my face is starting to show some concern, but I take you from room to room, to show you that we are alone.

As I give you the tour, you explain that there was an armed robbery this morning, and a witness was able to give you a partial plate number, and a description of the get-a-way car. By the time we get back to my living room, you have explained that my car fits the description, and has the same numbers on the plate, that the witness gave you.

When you ask if I can account for my where abouts that morning, I sit on the couch and look at you like you are crazy. I can’t believe this is happening. I explain that I had been at work all day, and just got home right before you rang my door bell. (Little do I know that you have already checked me out).

When you ran the partial plate number, you got my address, and came to my house. Being the professional that you are, and not taking any chances, you entered my house, and searched it from top to bottom. You didn’t find anything incriminating, but ran across some interesting items.

You found my sexy lingerie, and those red “fuck me” heels. You found my vibrators. My butt plug. My nipple clamps. Plus, that neat lil’ ping pong paddle with the holes in it. By the time you found my pay stub to see where I worked, you had already formulated a rather kinky plan, that you thought would be just what you needed to relieve some of the pent up tension you get from your job.

You take one vibrator, the nipple clamps, and the paddle on a whim. You think to yourself that these items just might come in handy. After you went to my work place to see if my car was there, you decided that the partial plate number was not for my car. Then you went back to park down the street from my house, and wait for me to return home from work.

I continue to tell you, that you can call my work place, and ask anybody where I have been all day. You explain to me that since I might be a suspect, you will have to take me down to the station, and check out my story from there.

By this time, I am almost frantic. I stand, and tell you that I am going to call my lawyer, right now. You can’t have any of that, so you take me by the arm, and move me to the nearest wall. You tell me to put my hands on the wall, and you move me even closer into the wall. I try to push away, explaining that if you will just call my place of employment, that this is all a misunderstanding, and you take my left arm, and lightly twist it behind my back.

You tell me that this will go much easier if I cooperate. To make me realize that you mean business, you read me my rights, and ask me if I understand them. With a very confused and dazed look on my face, I tell you I understand, by replying with a “Yes, Sir”…. and put my hands on the wall. You tell me to step back two steps and to spread my legs.

You start at my wrists, and run your hands up my arms. Then you run your fingers through my hair and pat down my back. When you reach around in front of me, you cup both of my breasts, and give them a good hard squeeze. This brings me to full attention, and I try to push back away from the wall. I can not believe this is happening, and again I question you, telling you I want to call my lawyer, and need a female officer present. You were waiting for that, and move your knee into the small of my back, and you push me flat up against the wall, with your hands still cupping my tits. I demand that you stop at once, but you just squeeze again, only harder.

You whisper in my ear that I am just making this more difficult than it should be, and I am not going anywhere until you let me. When you feel I have resigned myself to your search, you reach down and pull my blouse out of my skirt. You reach under my blouse, and feel the lacey bra I have on to hold my sweet ripe tits. Through the material you knead my breasts, and pinch my nipples until you can feel them get hard.You reach down and flip my skirt up, without warning, slowly rubbing your hands on my hips, and over the fullness of my ass. You can feel my legs begin to shake as you run your fingers over my pussy. Through my panties you can tell that I shave, and often. You rub my clit hard through the material as I squirm and try to turn away.

You pull my panties up until the material disappears between the crack of my butt, and into my pussy lips. My knees are shaking so bad that your afraid I might fall down, if you hadn’t been behind me with your crotch rubbing up against my ass. You turn me around and look into my eyes. You tell me to open my mouth so you can look inside. When I do, you insert your right pinky finger, and tell me to suck it. While I comply, you tell me what my options are.

You can either take me down to the station, have me strip searched by a couple of bull dyke prison guards, and have me thrown into a holding cell with the rest of the riff-raff, while you conveniently lose my paper work, for at least 72 hours or………….

I will come with you to be interrogated at an old warehouse that you have access to. I bow my head, as I tell you I will accept your interrogation.

As we are preparing to leave, you tell me to put on the red “fuck me” heels. Just to be safe, you take my wrists behind my back, and put on the handcuffs.

When we get to your car you take out your handkerchief and blindfold my eyes. This isn’t a very long drive but you don’t want me to see where we are going.

Have you ever been interrogated………………….????

Jessica Lynn

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