The smells of interrogation room always brought such sweet sorrow and thrills.
The fluorescent light flickered dimly, leaving the interrogation room so dark that, even if someone had been watching through the two-way mirror, they wouldn’t have been able to see a thing.
But as Detective Phillips closed her eyes and slipped her tongue into the bisexual hooker’s sweet, naked p***y, the woman’s groans of ecstasy were more than enough to tell her that she was on the right track.
‘Come on now baby.’ She purred enticingly, treating the suspect to yet another sensuous cavity search. ‘Just tell me where you got the money from and I promise that I’ll strip search you again.’
The hooker longed to tell her everything. After all, the first time that she’d laid her eyes on Susan Phillips, her p***
