Jane Wilde, in her official capacity, leans in, her breath warm on the teen's ear as she questions her. The teen, her body betraying her, feels her panties growing wet. Jane's strong, capable hands, resting on the table, are too tempting for the teen to resist. She reaches out, tentatively touching Jane's hand, feeling the officer's pulse race. Jane's eyes widen, her lips parting slightly, as she struggles to maintain control, her own body responding to the teen's bold touch.