Veasley.’ I felt sad for Mrs. Veasley. She would go down as the last victim of the Consultant of Crime. But he would harm no one else. ‘Sir,’ sa...d Joanne, extending the radio, ‘would you like to tell the world that you’re still alive and kicking butt?’ ‘Why don’t you do it, Detective Warner.’ I said. ‘You’ve earned it. He failed to kill you, and now he’s failed to kill me. So why don’t you tell them of his utter failure.’ Masters nodded as Joanne smiled brightly. The ambulance medics were. All the clocks in the bedroom had been turned to face the wall. The blinds turned down, curtains drawn. The only illumination came from a series of candles placed around the room. The lighting was sufficient, but was intended more for the mood, than reading. I pulled on my bonds again. As I expected, they held sure. Ankles and arms, stretched wide to the bed's four posts. Held there by padded leather cuffs and locked chrome chains. I wasn't going anywhere. How long I'd been here, I couldn't. He lowered his hips and dropped his balls onto her face. As he did this he turned to me and said sit down on the sofa, and dont leave it until I tell you to do so. I sat down and watched as Hannah opened her mouth and started to lick and suck at his huge balls. His cock looked bigger than ever and he began to stroke it as she pleasured his balls. After a few minutes she stood up and walked over to a draw. He opened it and took out a long length of rope. He walked to the large window where he. What a way to celebrate a birthday, I thought, shovelling shit! However, it's Friday and that means I will finish working tonight and can go home with dollars in my pocket. At lunch, I head to the house and Myra is at the door. She says, "Alex had to go to town for a new alternator for the tractor. He won't be home for lunch.” Then she grimaced and took a pace back. “Yuck! You smell like the barn, go down and shower. And wash your hair too. Leave all your clothes by the bed. I will wash them.