Then it dawned upon her that she had no support, no backup. Two fingers probed erratically inside her pussy, as if searching for the illusive g-spot. There was a small table behind Yulia, which she rested against as she slid the underwear down her legs. Yulia was left laying impotently as Olga stripped off her latex gloves, before tossing them into an evidence bag, and taking two more gloves from the box. Take off your jacket and give me your purse and place your arms behind your back.”
Yulia obeyed. “Alright. Do you consent to this search?”
“There is nothing,” Yulia sighed, “Please, you don’t need to …”
“Do you consent Miss Jelic?” Now Ludmilla stepped in to ratify the order. Yulia glanced at Olga, received a quick nod, and followed. Indeed, he appeared to know a great deal about her secret background. She had dressed to impress the male members of the Embassy that she believed she would be meeting, although it appeared that the female officers with whom she was now incarcerated held no compunction about also enjoying the charms of a pretty girl. “Good. No …”
The officer emitted a huge, long sigh. Yulia took a deep breath, and was then enveloped in a stream of water, playing on her legs, splattering up over her stomach. “Good. Yulia bit her lip.
