|
|
||||
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
||||
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
||||
| Free Incests Rape Sex | Rape And Incest Pictures | Brutal Forced Sex | Indian Rape Pics |
| Sandra Tifton hummed as she adjusted the temperature of her shower and stepped under the nozzle. She took her time, first shaving her legs, then between her legs, then under her arms. When she was convinced that she was absolutely smooth, she proceeded to wet her hair and shampoo it thoroughly. A smile spread across her face as she thought to what was waiting for her this afternoon...Shopping! Sandra was an inveterate shopper who loved nothing more than spending money in the stores and shops in the various malls around her city. Unfortunately, about six months ago she had let her credit card balances get out of hand and her husband, Sam, was contacted by one of the cards companies requesting payment on the debt. To say the least, the proverbial shit hit the fan. The bottom line was that Sam, who was a co-signer on all of the accounts, took all of Sandra's cards and cut them up. Even worse, he put her on a strict cash allowance that virtually eliminated the shopping sprees she was so accustomed to taking. Sandra suffered this indignity about as well as a spoiled child; first threatening Sam with unspecified actions, then completely cutting him off in the bedroom...To no avail. The only thing her actions got her was horny. Then everything changed. One day while going through the mail Sandra noticed a credit card offer addressed to her 20 year old daughter Sandy. With a smile, Sandra realized that she had found the solution to her dilemma. All she had to do was submit the application using Sandy's name and add herself as a co-signer. Sandy was in Europe for the summer and she'd never know about the card as long as Sandra kept the balance paid. Sandra waited impatiently for the card company to send the new card and only that morning had it arrived in the mail. She quickly called and activated the account and now was set to shop. She carefully crafted a cover story designed to explain her absence from the house to Sam and then started her shower. Upon drying off she eyed her nude figure in the full-length mirror. At 44 years of age she was quite attractive. She exercised religiously, which enabled her to keep her figure in reasonable condition. Her long legs were muscular, shapely and tanned, her hips broad and round, her waist reasonably slim and her breasts large with only a hint of sag. To this day she received more than her share of stares from men who enjoyed the sight of a beautiful, mature woman. She quickly stepped into a pair of silk low-rise panties and shrugged her breasts into a matching bra. Without hesitating she stepped into a short, denim skirt, topped it with a thin white blouse, and slipped her feet into a pair of high-heeled backless sandals. Turning in front of the mirror she grinned. "Not bad! Not bad at all!" she said to her image as she eyed her breasts shifting under her blouse and the muscles in her calves accentuated by the high heels. Walking quickly out of the house, she peeked into her purse to insure that her newly acquired credit card was in place and then slid into her Mercedes and drove to the mall. Two hours later, laden with packages, Sandra was walking toward the entrance of her favorite department store when she heard a male voice. "Ma'am?" Ignoring the inquiry she walked on, only to feel a strong hand grasp her upper arm. "Excuse me Ma'am" Sandra turned and looked into the steel gray eyes of a man who stood at least 6'4" tall. "Um. Yes?" she replied in an agitated voice as she attempted to shake loose the hand gripping her arm. "John Stone, ma'am, I an agent with Sentry, the security service that protects this store." "Well, Mr. Stone," Sandra replied, "I suggest that you let go of my arm and tell me what it is you want." "Well, ma'am, there's a problem I'd like to discuss with you in private." "Problem? What type of problem?" Sandra demanded, her voice rising. "Well ma'am, a shoplifting problem," Mr. Stone stated quietly. By now people had begun to notice the conversation and stopped to stare at the attractive woman being restrained, although gently so, by a very tall, very muscular man. "Shoplifting?" Sandra whispered, "Are you kidding?" "No ma'am. We don't kid about things like that," Stone replied. "We can discuss it here in the store in private or I can call the police to take you down to the station; whichever you prefer." "P-police?" Sandra replied, feeling a panic rising in her chest. She hadn't shoplifted anything, but if Sam found out about her being in a store with an armload of packages, the consequences would be dire. "Let's go to the security room," Stone stated flatly as he turned and lightly pulled her arm. Sandra, heart pounding, followed meekly. They walked into the back of the store and down a long corridor, finally coming to a steel door at the very end of the hallway. Mr. Stone took out his keys, opened the door and stood aside to let Sandra enter the room. Sandra noticed immediately that the room was very cool and felt her nipples grow hard as the cool air penetrated her lightweight summer attire. She crossed her arms, shivered slightly and looked around the room. "Sorry about the AC," Stone commented as he noticed her shiver, "We're right next to the air handler and it stays cold in here. You can put your stuff on the table." Placing her packages and purse on the table, Sandra glanced around the room. It was about the size of a bedroom, brightly lit with white walls, and a tile floor. The furnishings were limited to a single locker in one corner, several chairs, a small table, and a wooden stool that was about bar stool height. Stone sat down in one of the chairs and stared long and hard at Sandra. Beginning with her high heels, his eyes tracked up her legs, around her hips and lingered on the protrusions of her nipples through her blouse. Sandra, left standing, shifted nervously from one foot to the other and tried unsuccessfully to hold his stare. He quietly asked for her identification, which she retrieved from her purse and laid on the table. "Well Ms. Tifton, let's talk," he said quietly as he handed her driver's license back to her. "What's this about?' she demanded. "As I said," he replied, "Shoplifting." "I have stolen nothing!" she replied stamping her foot for emphasis, but only succeeding in drawing his eyes back to her breasts as they shifted under her blouse. "Well, there are ways to prove that," he said flatly. "Meaning?' she shot back nervously. "We can approach this one of two ways," Stone replied. "We can call the police and let them take you to the station and conduct an investigation." "No, p-please!" Sandra stammered before he could give her the other choice. "Or..." he continued, "You can sign a waiver and submit to an in-store investigation." "In-store investigation?' Sandra repeated. "Yes," Stone stated flatly, "You basically sign away your legal rights, we conduct the investigation, and if you're found to be shoplifting, you pay for the goods and are banned from the store." "But I have stolen nothing," she repeated. "Well, then you have nothing to fear from either choice, do you?' he responded. "Oh, yes I do!' she thought to herself, "Going to the police department could easily result in Sam finding out about this little spending spree." "So," she replied, "All I do is sign a form giving you permission to conduct the investigation and if I haven't stolen anything, that's it?" "That's it. You get an apology from the store and can go about your business," Stone replied. "Where's the form?" she grinned, assuming she would be free and shopping in less than an hour. "Ms. Tifton, you need to think about this. You're sure you want to sign away your legal rights and undergo this investigation?" Stone questioned. "Yes, of course," she replied impatiently, "I haven't stolen anything and I'll prove it." "Wait here while I get the form." With that, Stone stepped out of the room, returning shortly with a three page single spaced document, a pen, and a young woman. "This is Miss Johnson" Stone stated as he nodded in the young woman's direction," Once you've read and signed the form, she'll sign the form as a witness." "My god!" Sandra spat as she looked that the fine type on the document, "You expect me to read all this crap?" "Reading it or not is your choice," Stone replied, "But you do have to sign it if you don't want the police involved." Without glancing at the contents of the document, Sandra signed the appropriate line and wrote down her address, phone number and social security number as proof of identity. Miss Johnson quickly signed the witness line and turned to leave. "Miss Johnson?" Stone called. Yes sir?" "Please page the security staff to this room." "Yes sir! Right away!" Sandra couldn't help but notice that the young woman glanced at her with a look of pity on her face as she turned to close the door. "So, what now?' she asked Stone. "The security team will be here shortly and we can begin," he replied. "May I sit down?' She asked genially. "No, you'll stand during the entire process," he replied. "Oh! Okay..." she replied, feeling somewhat chastised by Stone's tone of voice. "How many people are on this team of yours?" she asked. "Me and two others, a total of three on any given shift." "Oh, and why do they have to be here for this?" "I always bring the team in to observe an investigation. It refreshes their memory on procedures and they enjoy the change of pace," he replied. "I see." Soon the door opened and a young man walked into the room. In his late twenties, he was dressed rather casually in jeans, loafers, and a madras shirt. The door no sooner closed that it reopened to admit a slender, dark haired woman who appeared to be in her early thirties. She too was casually dressed, but wore shorts, a tight tee shirt, and flip-flops. "Hey Bill. Hello, Susan. Come in and we'll get started." "I'm glad you called us in," the young man stated as he eyed Sandra standing in the middle of the room, "It's really slow out there this morning." The young woman said nothing, but nodded her agreement, all the time eyeing Sandra from head to toe. "Well, lock the door and have a seat," Stone replied. As they went to their chairs Sandra turned to Stone and said, "This is your team?" "Yes ma'am, this is it." "They don't look very professional to me," she said, her voice dripping sarcasm. "Well, Ms. Tifton, if you're referring to their dress, they are dressed that way so as to appear to be shoppers. Actually, they're all very well trained. So well trained in fact that since Sentry has taken over the security on this store, theft has dropped almost eighty percent." "Oh," Sandra replied in a contrite voice and bowed her head to avoid the hard stares of the security team. "We'll begin now." Jones said in a clipped voice, "This is Ms. Sandra Tifton. She is suspected of shoplifting and rather than deal with the police, has agreed to undergo our in-store investigation. As is usually the case, I will demonstrate each procedure, then allow you to each practice with Ms. Tifton." "Practice?" Sandra thought with rising alarm, "Practice what?" But fearing more belittlement from Stone, she chose to remain quiet. "As is always the case," Stone continued, "We begin each investigation with a search of the suspect's belongings." With that, the group gathered around the table and proceeded to go through all of Sandra's packages. Stone instructed the others on the proper way to open parcels and handle the contents, stressing the concept of not damaging any of the suspect's belongings. Each agent was allowed to go through Sandra's parcels and other than some embarrassment at having them discover and handle some panties and bras she had purchased, they came up empty-handed as Sandra knew they would. "Find anything?" She smirked as they turned to her. "Not yet," Stone replied, "But we've just begun." He then proceeded to open Sandra's purse. "Hey, wait," she cried with alarm, "I have personal stuff in there!" "Too late Ms. Tifton," Stone replied, "You signed your legal rights away, remember?" "Oh," she whispered, "Okay but..." "Sorry, Ms. Tifton, no buts." With that Stone began to empty the purse. Reaching into the main compartment, he took out the standard make-up items, lipstick, keys, wallet and a small bottle of hand lotion. Looking up at the others, he said, "Nothing here, but if you feel the sides of the purse, you will notice that there seems to be a hidden compartment between the inside lining and the outside surface of the purse, and there is definitely something in that compartment." He handed the purse to the young man and after fingering the purse for the "secret" compartment he passed it to the young woman, who passed it back to Stone, and looked at Sandra with a small grin on her face. Sandra broke into a sweat of embarrassment at the realization that the young woman knew what the "personal items" in the purse were. Stone took the purse back and said, "The key is to find out how the compartment opens without damaging the purse. It could contain stolen goods, but it could also be nothing we're interested in and we do not want to damage a customer's private property." Sandra appeared to be in a mild panic. "Please! Don't open that compartment! I promise...I've taken nothing from your store. Those are personal items. Please don't open it!" "I'm sorry Ms. Tifton," Stone replied, "But you've agreed to this search and we are professionally bound to complete it." "But I didn't take anything!" Sandra pleaded. "Well, that remains to be seen," Stone reiterated, "Now, do you want to show me how to open the compartment?" "Please don't do this!" Sandra begged. At that point the young woman cleared her throat and said, "Sir, I have a purse just like that. I know how to open it." "Oh, great Susan," Stone said as he handed to purse to the young woman, "Problem solved." "Please don't!" Sandra whispered as the young woman deftly opened the compartment and turned the purse upside down over the able. With a clatter, out rolled a six-inch vibrator and a small vibrating butt plug. "Oh god!" Sandra whispered as she stared at the floor, blushing beet red in embarrassment. As one, the security team turned to stare at her. "I can explain," she whispered, but at the same time wondering what she was going to say. She knew a lot of women who carried such items in their purses, but no one she knew had ever talked about having to justifying doing so. "No need," Stone replied curtly as he swept the items back into the purse, "It's not information we need to know." Sandra was somewhat relieved, but noticed that both Susan and Bill stared at her differently than before the discovery of her sex toys. Susan in particular stared boldly at her and seemed to openly appraise her body, as if trying to visualize her using the toys. Again, she blushed furiously and stared at the floor while twisting her fingers together in nervousness. Turning to the team, Stone motioned them back into their chairs. "Now that we have searched the suspect's belongings and found nothing incriminating, we have a decision to make. We can simply assume that she didn't steal anything and let her go, or we can proceed with a more in depth investigation." "I tend to believe that in Ms. Tifton's case, she didn't steal anything." Sandra's body sagged with relief. "But," Stone continued, "I feel that this is a good opportunity to test my powers of assumption. Therefore, I suggest that we proceed with the full search. Also, since it has been a while since we've conducted a full search, this will allow both of you to practice your skills in this area." "Wha...?" Sandra blurted, "What do you mean? You don't think I stole anything but I'm still under suspicion?" "Exactly, Ms. Tifton," Stone replied, "I'm the supervisor here, but I don't have the final say. The team acts as a unit in these decisions. What I just said was merely a suggestion, but the team decides." Turning to the team he asked each in turn whether they thought that the search should continue. Both stared at Sandra, devouring her body with their eyes and said, "Yes, continue." Suddenly, it dawned on Sandra that a "complete search" would include a search of her person. "Okay," Stone said," We'll proceed with the next stage of the search, the pat-down." "Wait," Sandra blurted, "What's a pat-down?" "Ms. Tifton," Stone sighed in frustration, "I'm going to tell you one time to shut up and after that, if you open your mouth without being asked to respond to a question, I am going to gag you. You consented to this search and we're going to complete it, with or without you cooperation. Do you understand?" "B-but," Sandra stammered, wringing her hands in distress. "Do-you-un-der-stand?" Stone barked. "Y-yes!" Sandra whispered as she bowed her head and stared at the floor. "Good!" Stone replied, "Now, see these marks on the floor?" Sandra looked where Stone was pointing and saw two red marks on the tile floor. They were almost three feet apart. She nodded that she saw them. "Put one foot on each mark," he instructed. Sandra stepped over to the mark and attempted to place her feet on the marks. The problem was that they were so far apart that the hem of the tight denim skirt she wore wouldn't allow her to spread her legs that far. "I can't," she stated flatly as she looked in Stone's direction. Realizing the problem, Stone replied, "Pull the hem of you skirt up until your feet will reach." Sandra stared at him open mouthed but quickly realized that he was serious. Trying not to look in the direction of the others, she reached down and blushing yet again, pulled the hem of her skirt up until she could spread her feet wide enough to cover the red marks. By that time, she was standing with her legs spread wide, muscles stretched taut and her skirt bunched around the upper portion of her long thighs. "Now, place your hands behind your neck and lace your fingers together," Stone ordered. Taking a deep breath, Sandra complied and stood stock still, wondering if the crotch of her panties was visible to those sitting in front of her. The possibility of being exposed caused yet another blush of embarrassment to flash over her body and she felt the heat rising in her face. Stone turned to the team. "Positioning the suspect in this posture enables you to thoroughly search her without removing her clothing. Since Ms. Tifton has signed away her rights, we are able to do more than simply pats the outer surfaces of her body. So when you search, start at the top and work you way down in this manner." With that, Stone felt around Sandra's shoulders and under her arms. Stopping at that point, he turned to the team. "Again," he stated in a matter of fact tone, "We can search more thoroughly that the typical police pat-down, so when you get to the breasts, be sure to fully examine them. Ms. Tifton has quite large breasts...." Sandra turned to stare open mouthed at his comment. "...and women with large breasts can actually hide small items like earrings under them. So be sure to explore every surface...Like this." He turned, stepped behind Sandra, and reaching around her, grasped her breasts, squeezing them firmly and rolling them inside the cups of her bra. "Oh god!" she whispered. As he continued his exploration of her tits she felt her nipples begin to harden against the cups of her bra and her pussy begin to moisten with arousal. After lifting each breast and thoroughly feeling their undersides, Stone released them and stepped away. "Now," he said, "Both of you step up and conduct the search to this point." |
| free mature adult comix and taboo - violent comix - erotic comix - jab comix - free mature sex comix gallery - gary roberts comix - free mature adult comix - penthouse comix - bdsm comix - toon comix - free hentai comix - violent comix free - jab comix ay papi - zap comix - free jab comix - gary roberts violent comix - violent comix.com - secret plot comix - cartoon comix porn - cruel comix - hentai comix manga - violent comix sex - comix pic violent - violent comix gallery - ariel and comix - anime comix free porn - jab comix.com - free porn comix cartoon - free xxx anime comix - comix jab password - comix jessica lust rabbit - the secret plot free comix - comix farm jab lesson - rape comix - anime comix xxx - comix hentai pokemon - beastiality comix - free violent comix - sex comix - comix sex - comix free - violent comix gary roberts - violent comix galleries - violent comix by gary roberts - comix free adult - ladies man comix - free violent comix gallery - gary roberts comix free - roberts comix - adult comix - |