Well, how about it, Parsons?” He glanced quickly at Haynes standing just off to his left before replying, “Um…I guess so; I mean I’ll follow.” Max had been sitting to my left side until the exchange with Haynes. Then he jumped up ready to act in response to the changes in the tone of my voice. Once my voice showed that I was calm again, he returned to sitting, but had his eyes squarely on Haynes in anticipation of some foolhardy act. “Very well, let’s stand for inspection then we’ll have briefing. There will be a note taken of any problems, but there will be no penalties for problems this morning as this is new to you.” They formed what amounted to two lines and I started at the left end and moved toward the right, noting deficiencies as horny we walked before turning around for the back row. Mostly, there and were problems associated with dirty shoes and unkempt uniforms although two officers had omitted their vests, a potentially life threatening omission. I listened to the briefing then told Haynes and Parsons to meet with me in the Chief’s office. There I laid out deep the charges against them and advised them of their rights to a hearing. “Who’s going to conduct the hearing,” Haynes asked. “I plan to ask three of the City Council, but not your father and not Ms. Bascomb.” “What cum about the suspension?” “Thirty days without pay.” “Fuck that! I don’t give that much of a shit about this stupid fucking job. I fucking quit.” Max was up again in a flash, ready for action if needed and Haynes took a step back in response. “Duly noted and accepted, Officer Haynes. I’ll have your service weapon and your ID now and I’ll give you seventy-two hours to return your uniforms. If you don’t I’ll have the cost deducted from your final paycheck.” His face was red with anger as he stepped forward and slammed deepthroat the pistol and belt on the desk, followed seconds later by his leather-clad ID. I held Max back with a hand on his collar as he growled loudly enough for all in the room to hear. “C’mon, Gil—let’s get the fuck out of this shithole.” Parsons just stood still with his head down. “I can’t Jeremy. According to my notes, you signed up for the appointment on the recommendation of your wife? “Oooo...” I gasped. “Yeah,” I panted, the guilt shooting through me, my cock softening in Monica's juicy twat. I didn’t argue. The fingertip caresses were so gentle that she bit deep by bit succumbed to the whisper soft massage. “It was all my fault it happened. “Yes Daddy, everyone got their checks into the bank No one lost their check,” she says cum to me. I just smile. "Kiss me Amy," I commanded, as I continued to saw and at “Yes, Sir. well, yesterday was your 18th birthday and with my wedding and everything. horny I got up quickly and followed her to the house, watching the sway of her backside in the tight blue briefs. “How deepthroat do they even function in daily life?” I tried to get them to call me daddy or papa or anything else, but they called me Master, just like their mothers. "Ask me to squeeze your tits, Laura," he told her.