My Wife, The Customs Officer - Women In Uniform, #5

Around five years ago I was practically living in airports and on airplanes: I was a business traveler that flew down to South America at least once a week. And that rose suspicion with the customs office inside my hometown airport. They had a close eye on me, and one day, the asked me in for interrogation and a thorough search of my luggage and my body. The last one was done by an attractive and dominant female customs officer.
It came good, I was hooked and ready for more. So was she.