“Oh right,” said Tom, snapping out of his blissful fondling and reluctantly releasing her perfect breasts from his groping hands.

Tom stepped back from Brandi and watched her get dressed again. “I think you’re ready to interview our robbery suspect.”

“Okay, cool. What does that mean?” Brandi asked as she careful maneuvered her big boobs back into the cups of her brassiere.

“Because we didn’t actually see him commit the crime we need to get a confession out of him,” Tom told her.

“But we saw him running away from the scene,” Brandi said, arching her back as she reached behind her to refasten her bra. The position caused her...