To their office

Mary Belle raced through the dark streets, keeping her pedal to the metal as she slid between traffic, somehow managing to avoid getting the police after her.

In the back, Lester and Thyra were tossed around as Mary Belle drove like a madwoman.

“So, Blondie,” Mary Belle asked Thyra, just as she slid past in front of a bus, damn near colliding with it, “what’s your name!?”

“Thyra!” Thyra responded, bracing her foot against the front passenger seat while holding Lester in a steady grip. Reaching down with her right hand, Thyra cupped Lester’s cock through his pants, causing the smaller black man to stutter forth a moan.

“Well Thyra,” Mary Belle laughed out from the driver’s seat, watching in the rear-view mirror how Thyra fondled Lester, “I like your style!”

Stroking Lester’s dick as Mary Belle slowed the car down somewhat; Thyra exchanged a few sultry looks with the girl in the front, even pulling the hem of her dress down far enough to allow Mary Belle to see one of her nipples.

Stopping the car in the yard behind the house where their office was located, Mary Belle helped Lester out of the car, making sure to fondle his buttocks as she led him across the open ground, with Thyra walking right behind them.

Well inside the office, Mary Belle dumped Lester onto their couch and quickly went out back to find their first aid kit.

When she got back to Lester, Thyra had already stripped the young detective out of his coat and shirt, and had unbuckled his belt in preparation of pulling his pants down.

“Looks you’re ready to give Lester a full examination.” Mary Belle grinned at Thyra as the blonde pulled Lester’s pants down, leaving the detective wearing nothing more than his boxers, the tent on the front of which implied the hardness and size of his cock.