“This is the back entrance to their office, goes directly into the control room,” Miller said, turning the knob. Suddenly two hands began sliding back and forth over the nipples. “I see we have some video cameras here, have you…”
“Security has the tape ready to view in their office.”
“Where’s that?”
“Follow me,” Miller said waddling off toward a service corridor. Hell that little boob incident at last year’s halftime will seem like Sunday School compared to this.”
“Talk about an orgy, eighty thousand naked fans copulating on network TV!” Miller replied. Miller was on her hands and knees moving her mouth up and down on Estaria’s cock as he leaned back against the console. “What’s that?” Johnson asked, nodding at a skirmish between a police officer and three people linked in a sweaty daisy chain. “Okay boss, here is where it all started,” Miller said, nodding at the screen. We’re gonna take a copy with us to study further.”
“You have it loaded?” the Chief asked.
