These cases are the real reason why the Internal Sex Bureau Gangland has been formed. Any case, name, event is purely fiction. Butt the search for the truth will continue! With ISB Gangland insurgents inserted into every facet of organized and gang type activities.
This is their case, their story…
“If there is nothing I hate more than Internal Affairs” I growled as my Vibraphone sounded. Giving off that high pitched squeal to notify me that it is time for my dance with a Succubi. Bowing my head, letting out a deep sigh I pushed back from my desk. Tracing a long series of corridors like the mythical maze of the Minotaur from the isle of Crete. Just like the labyrinth the end snuck up and surrounded me. Giving only two options, one as I glanced over my shoulder a steady retreat, which I thought of many times. Or pushing through that door to meet my Omega.
Taking a deep breath as my hand rested on the handle. My imagination running wild from my last encounter with IA. That humorless robot type of a man wanting to know everywhere I was just to scribble down some notes then letting me hang for the rest of the day. “Cause as long as Internal Affairs is reviewing your case you can not do anything until they relieve you of your job or clear you for active duty. Thank you Drill Sargent Kenton for the words of encouragement” I mumbled. Pressing on the handle. Feeling the chill from the hell that was waiting just beyond this threshold.
The door swung in…
Ready for anything butt what greeted me was nothing butt two chairs and a table? Stunned I stumbled in. Taking a seat facing the mirror, which was customary so others could spy on this little interrogation.
Setting my paperwork down with my notes. Thinking if he presses me I shall let him know everything I did, how many times and, letting out this slight chuckle, every thrust that had Marie cuming so fucking hard.