Inspector Londo was in bed sucking his wife's big tits. But his wife's mind was wandering somewhere else.
"Honey, I'm in great trouble."
"Just shoot me. I can solve anything," he answered and again busied himself in his sucking activity.
"You know, I'm the director of the Prisoner's Rights Organization. Our team visited one jail yesterday with a doctor for a monthly check up. We've found that at least fifty prisoners are suffering from malnutrition. The price of milk is so high that we can't provide milk to them and the government funds never reaches them." She explained the root of the problem.
"But I haven't any cows," again he stopped his activity.
"I know, don't be foolish. I want you arrange for milk." His wife spoke slightly irritated by his husband's indifferent answer.
"Okay. Just leave it to me. In two days two cans will arrive at your organization." Londo uttered with an air of confidence.
"My dear Londo. What a good husband I have!" she felt the lack of conceit to praise him.
"Darling just a minute. I'll come in five minute," and Londo got off the bed.
He quickly arrived in the drawing room to phone his assistant Chagan.
"Chagan, its Londo."
"Yeh, I know."
"Have you finished your fucking?"
"What? Sir, why are you asking this?" Chagan perplexed like unspooled thread.
"Listen, my wife has discovered that the city jail has a dearth of milk and you know the price."
"So what is the connection between sex and milk?"
"I'm telling you. This night don't waste you and your wife's cum. Gather it in a bottle," Inspector Londo advised.
"Doesn't it sound weird, Sir?"
"Don't think too much. You have to give me 500 ml of cream tomorrow. It's very nutritious for humans." Londo was becoming hot.
"But sir how can it be possible, in a night, 500 ml of cream?"
"Now its 8 p.m... start fucking now and until 8 o'clock in the morning, you'll have more than 500 ml." Londo spoke like he was telling him to gather water.
"If one fuck creates 5 ml, then I have to do 100 fucks. It's impossible." Chagan put the equation.
"It's Londo's order and you have to follow it at any cost or I will sack you from the job," he threatened Chagan and disconnected the line.
The second victim of this social service was Inspector Londo's second assistant Magan. Londo called him and gave him no chance of resistance. Magan had to accept.
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On the next day's morning, inspector Londo reached the police station. The Clock said 9 o'clock in the morning, but Chagan and Magan weren't seen.
"They may still be gathering the cream." Londo guessed.
At exactly 9:30 both appeared in front of their boss Londo. They looked so tired and loosened like their bodies were made of empty sacks, which was the consequence of their night duties with their respective wives in bed.
"Where is the 500 ml of cream, your night's homework?" Londo couldn't wait a second.
