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“Armed police officers! We have a warrant to search the premises!” A rude awakening if ever there was one! I quickly slipped on a pair of pink polka-dot knickers that I’d discarded on the bedroom floor the night before, and pulled on my pale blue skinny fit tee-shirt. I tugged it into place over my breasts just in time; a burly black man with a bald head crashed through the bedroom door and dragged me unceremoniously to my feet. My heart pounded in my chest as he guided me roughly into the front room of our apartment. I tried desperately to hold on to at least some of my dignity by using my free hand to pull my short tee-shirt over my exposed mid-riff and underwear. There was a struggle, but to be honest, the detective was exceptionally strong and he was clearly in no mood for any of my nonsense. “Get off me!” I protested pathetically. Eric was already handcuffed and lying face down on the carpet; a shorter white policeman knelt on his back and emptied his pockets of his loose change. He looked up at me as I entered the room, his eye line quickly dropping to my tanned belly and the soft cotton of my pinks knickers. The black detective pushed me firmly against the wall and pulled my wrists behind my back. I struggled a bit more of course … but it was an utter waste of everybody’s time. Within moments I was handcuffed and kneeling with my back to the wall, breathing heavily, my tee-shirt hitched up slightly, my panties and tummy on display for all to see. “Mrs Foster, my name is Detective Harrow and this tall, imposing gentleman is Detective Norris.” he indicated towards his black partner who nodded silently before lighting a cigarette. “I’m sure I don’t have to tell you that your husband, Eric here, has been a very, very naughty boy.” “Fuck off you prick!” Eric yelped from his position face down on the carpet. Harrow kicked him sharply in the ribs before smiling broadly, his eyes darting back to my heaving chest. “Norris, could you search the bedroom please while I wait here with these fine people?” Harrow gestured towards our bedroom and Norris nodded malevolently before disappearing inside. The door closed behind him and the sound of him brutishly emptying drawers and cupboards Escort Karşıyaka permeated the thin walls. I grimaced as I heard the sound of something breaking. I’ll be honest, I found this whole situation terrifying. Eric and I had been childhood sweethearts I guess, and he’d always been a bit of a ‘bad boy’. That was part of his attraction as I’m sure you can understand. He’d dealt drugs for a few years on my college campus and my parents had loathed him, which only added to his attraction. We’d been married a year now, and things had been going really well. I loved him dearly, and he loved me. “Do you have a first name Mrs Foster?” Mr Harrow asked. “Megan.” “Megan … nice name,” Harrow surveyed the room as he sucked on his cigarette, “how on earth did a pretty thing like you end up with this piece of shit?” Harrow nodded towards my husband. At this point in the proceedings it felt like an excellent question. I wrinkled my nose at the detective and looked at Eric who was still lying face down in the centre of the room; he’d quite rightly given up on swearing and struggling. The cacophony from the bedroom was beginning to subside and I waited nervously for the outcome. Harrow just sat there, silently sucking on the butt of his cigarette and flicking ash onto my beautiful cream carpet. Norris finally emerged from the bedroom. Wordlessly he grinned at his partner before throwing him a package wrapped in brown paper. Harrow caught the package effortlessly; his cigarette perched between his lips. He peeled the tape away as if it were a birthday present. Norris leaned against the bedroom doorframe and waited patiently. “Oh dear, Eric,” Harrow said dramatically as he starred into his lap, “how does five to eight years in prison sound to you?” The detective tilted the package in my direction so as to show me the white powder wrapped tightly in Clingfilm. Cocaine. “Eric Foster,” Harrow began, folding the brown paper around the contents and struggling to his feet, “I am arresting you on suspicion of possessing a class-A substance. You do not have to say anything. But it may harm your defence if you do not mention when questioned something you later bornova escort rely on in court.” “Get fucked!” Eric whispered from his heroic position face down on the carpet. ”Anything you do say may be given in evidence against you,” Harrow finally finished. Norris entered the room and pulled Eric up onto his feet, who continued to protest despite the inevitability of the situation. This all felt like some bizarre nightmare, Eric had never done anything quite this reckless and stupid before. I struggled against the cuffs and finally found my voice: “Pl-please … please don’t take him,” I pleaded, “I – I’m sure I can make it worth your while.” Harrow froze on the spot for a moment and seemed to be pondering his options. After some consideration, he knelt down in front of me and leaned in close to my right ear. He sniffed the air, smelling my perfume and whispered, “I can’t let him go Mrs Foster … he’s going to prison for a very, very, very long time.” His fingers brushed my shoulder length brown hair behind my ear and he smiled at me, my eyes filled with tears. “A … a head start then?” I whimpered. Detective Harrow paused and his smile faded quickly. “I can give you and your prick of a husband twelve hours … if, and only if, you are a very good girl. Can you be a good girl, Megan?” I nodded. I loved Eric very much and any opportunity for escape at this stage was better than no opportunity at all. Harrow placed his hand under my armpit and pulled me up onto my feet, my hands still bound behind my back. He nudged me into the middle of the room and glanced over at Norris who was already opening the front door. “Norris,” Harrow commanded, “shut the front door and sit Mr Foster next to me on the couch.” Harrow sat down and reached into his jacket pocket eventually retrieving a cigarette. Norris pushed Eric towards the sofa and sat him down alongside Harrow who smiled and patted my husband on the knee playfully. “It would seem,” Harrow said gleefully, “your lovely wife is going to try and buy your freedom, Eric!” “No, Megan,” Eric whispered. I smiled at him weakly. Detective Norris pointed his long index finger at the carpet menacingly and I silently üçyol escort bayan knelt at his feet, feeling the soft cream fibres tickle my bare legs. Norris winked at his partner before unbuttoning his shirt and unbuckling his trousers. He was undressed relatively quickly, his clothes in a neat pile beside the couch. His muscles were well defined around his stomach, and his arms were chiselled and broad. His dark skin seemed to almost shine in the early morning light which was filtering through the window, and he didn’t seem to have a single hair on his body. His penis, although not erect, was impressively long and thick, and his testicles were large and hung heavy between his legs. “Open your mouth, Megan,” Harrow requested. I opened my mouth and looked up at Norris, who looked down at me with a small degree of sympathy. He stroked my hair gently before taking his cock in his left hand and easing it towards my full, pouting lips. Norris brushed the puffy head of his cock against my upper lip and I felt it twitch a little as it grazed my skin. It hardened quickly as the tip dipped into my mouth and sat heavily on my tongue. I looked up at the detective with my best fuck me eyes and sucked on his swollen head hungrily. Eric had tried to look away several times and I was vaguely aware that he was sobbing. Harrow had his arm around my brave husband; his right hand tilted his face up so as to ensure that Eric didn’t miss a single detail. Norris’ gentleness evaporated quickly. His cock had grown in length and diameter as his own excitement had increased. Both of his hands were now in my hair, and he had started to thrust himself onto my mouth with little regard for my own comfort. He was shallow at first, but with each push of his hips he dipped his swollen cock a little deeper. My eyes were watering and I breathed heavily and noisily through my nose. “Stand her up Norris,” Harrow pleaded from his position on the sofa, his own cock was hard and he was clearly massaging his erection through his trousers. Norris pulled me up onto my feet, my hands still cuffed behind my back. The detective stood me facing the couch as I panted breathlessly, my chest heaving. “Megan … you don’t have to do this. Let me take him in?” Harrow nodded towards Eric who was still sobbing. I shook my head defiantly, “No, you can’t!” Norris grabbed my breast through the fabric of my tee-shirt and pinched my hard little nipple sharply. I closed my eyes and yelped feeling my pussy beginning to moisten between my legs.
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