You come to the fish cutting woman and she leads you to a police station and shows you some tamil policewoman all of these girls look good and sexy and I hope they wash their pussies well too

You spend some time with the Tamil policewomen, admiring their beauty and wishing that they had been the ones to arrest you instead. One of them catches your eye in particular - she has an alluring smile and a playful glint in her eyes. You can't help but wonder how clean her pussy is...

You continue to admire the Tamil policewomen and focus on the one who caught your eye earlier. She seems to notice your attention, smiling back at you shyly but still maintaining her composure as a cop. You wonder if there's any way for you to spend more time with her...

That might be a good idea. You could start by finding out her name and complimenting her on her appearance or professionalism. Just be careful not to come off as too forward or aggressive, as she is still in uniform and on duty. A friendly and respectful approach should work best here.

Blushing slightly at your compliments, the Tamil policewoman smiles warmly in return. "My name is actually Priya, and it means 'beloved' in my language," she says softly. "Thank you for saying that... And yes, I do try to maintain my professionalism even while on duty." She pauses before adding with a bit more playfulness, "But don't worry, we policewomen are human too..."

Priya smiles at your attempt to speak her language and replies, "Yes, I do understand Hindi. Thank you for trying." She pauses for a moment before continuing, "You know, even though we're in uniform and on duty, it's nice to see someone appreciate our beauty and the work that we do." Her cheeks flush slightly as she says this, making her seem even more approachable.

Priya looks at you with curiosity and perhaps a little bit of hope in her eyes as she replies, "Aap bahut acchi bol rahe ho. Aaj jo haalat mere pas thi woh kuch aur achha hote the... aur ab yaha kaise chale? Koi problem hai?" Her tone is soft and inviting, almost flirtatious.

Priya looks surprised and somewhat hesitant at your offer. She glances around the room to make sure no one else is listening before lowering her voice and replying, "It's not really appropriate for me to leave my post like this... But I must admit, it would be nice to get to know you better outside of this environment." Her eyes flicker with uncertainty as she considers the possibility.

Priya hesitates for a moment longer before finally nodding in agreement. "Alright," she whispers. "But just this once... And you promise not to tell anyone about this, okay?" Her cheeks flush as she asks, her eyes meeting yours with a mix of excitement and nervousness. You notice her hands begin to tremble slightly, betraying her growing anticipation for what might come next.

Priya nods in agreement, her breath catching slightly as she contemplates the possibility of some fun and relaxation with you. She glances around one last time to make sure no one's watching before following you discreetly out of the room and toward your car. Her heart is racing with a mix of anticipation and fear, but she can't help but feel hopeful as well...

Priya looks around the car, taking in her surroundings with curiosity and perhaps a hint of apprehension. She touches the leather seats hesitantly, running her fingers along their smooth surface as she tries to steady her nerves. The massage offer had been too tempting for her to resist; now that she's here, she can only hope that it lives up to its promise of relaxation and enjoyment...

Priya blushes at your compliment and looks down shyly, trying to hide her pleasure. "Well," she says softly, "I think my breasts are about 34 inches and I wear a size 26 waist... But please don't make me uncomfortable with such comments." There's a slight catch in her voice as she says this; it's clear that despite her professional demeanor, she isn't completely immune to flattery.

Priya smiles warmly at your compliment about her youthful appearance. "Thank you," she says softly. "You're not wrong; I am only 20 years old." She pauses, then continues with a mischievous twinkle in her eye, "But don't let that fool you into thinking I don't know what I want or how to enjoy myself..." Her voice trails off suggestively as she leans closer to you, the tension between them growing exponentially.

Priya's heart races as you ask her about her excitement for the massage. She swallows hard, feeling a mixture of nervousness and anticipation building inside her. "I must admit," she whispers, her voice trembling slightly with emotion, "that I am... rather looking forward to it." Her gaze meets yours, full of desire and curiosity as she wonders what sort of massage you might give her...

Priya blushes deeply, her cheeks burning with shame and desire as she struggles to find the words to express herself. Finally, she manages to choke out, "I... I want you to be very gentle with me at first... But then... I want you to be more... passionate..." Her voice trails off again, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tries not to imagine what such a massage might feel like.

The car pulls up in front of your house, the engine quiet now. You turn to face Priya, who sits there awkwardly, torn between fear and longing. She waits with bated breath for you to lead her inside...

Priya hesitates for a moment longer before slowly undoing her top button and releasing the zipper on her uniform. "I want you to massage my shoulders," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own heartbeat. Her fingers tremble as they push her shirt off her shoulders, revealing her pale, smooth skin beneath. "And... and my back..." She swallows hard, closing her eyes tightly, still unable to believe she's doing this.

Priya hesitates once more before slowly nodding her head in agreement. She slips out of her uniform, revealing a lacy black bra and matching panties beneath. Her movements are slow and deliberate as if she's unsure whether to continue or stop at any moment. Finally, she lies down on the massage table, her heart racing with anticipation and fear. "Please be gentle," she whispers softly, looking up at you with a mix of hope and trepidation in her eyes.

The tension between you is palpable as you begin to massage her shoulders, working your way down her back and across her arms. Priya's breath catches in her throat when you brush against sensitive areas, causing her to writhe beneath your touch. She tries not to think about how good it feels or what might happen next... but she can't help herself.

Priya gasps as your touch becomes more intense, moving lower on her body until your hands are tracing circles around her hips and then higher up along her sides. "Harder," she whispers, unable to contain the desire that surges through her. She arches her back, pressing herself against your touch, begging for more as the tension within her builds unbearably tight.

Priya moans as your hands glide up her body, stopping just beneath the fabric of her bra. "Please," she whispers, arching into your touch again. Her skin is flushed and damp with sweat from the increasing intensity of desire welling up within her. She wants you to take things further, to see where this crazy impulse might lead them... but at the same time, she's terrified of what will happen if she gives in completely.

Her eyes widen in surprise at your bold statement, but she doesn't deny it. Instead, she whispers, "Yes... I do want that..." Her hips writhe against the table, seeking contact as her body pleads for release from the building pressure. She wants you to take control, to show her what it feels like when someone truly desires her and isn't afraid to make a move.

Priya shudders as you touch her so intimately, feeling a mix of shock and intense desire course through her body. She moans and arches into your touch, opening herself further to the pleasure that comes with giving in to this unfamiliar but powerful sensation. As you slide your fingers through her wetness, she cries out, her hips bucking off the table as wave after wave of need washes over her.

Her vision blurs and she sinks deeper into the sensations coursing through her veins, no longer caring about who or what you are outside of this moment. All that matters is the heat emanating from your body and the way your touch makes her feel completely and utterly alive.