Either way…I don’t care.As saliva starts to drip down your chin, I pull my cock out from your lips. Catching your breath you say, "Oh fuck, that w...s hot, I didn't think you were gonna do that". I don't say anything back as I move around behind you to the other side and start to rub your other ass check with my hand. My hands are soft and warm against your cheeks and for a second you forget about the stinging you feel on your ass…SMACK! Down comes my open palm slapping your ass cheek, again. "Just tell me what you need." Man who shot..."Hope nodded. "The man who shot you? What about him?" Know him," she managed, her voice falling in and out through the ravages of her emergency intubation.Hope jumped a little. "You're sure?" Yes," Taylor managed. "One of ours. CIA."***Grace sagged heavily against the tailgate of the patrol car. Tears stung her eyes and her breathing had taken on the heavy, wet rasp of a woman who was about to wail in anguish.Behind her, the coroners were zipping. I liked the new principal, Mrs. Ahern, much more than Principal Monroe, who had left at the end of the previous school year. Mrs. Ahern was much friendlier and far more reasonable.My next call was to Alec Glass to make arrangements to see Lisa. I wasn’t thrilled by the idea, but I was going to do it for him, as a friend. She was at Logan Correctional Center, which was in the central part of the state, and several hours’ drive from Chicago. We agreed to drive down together on the morning of. Looking at him, debating whether to go for it or not, I can see he's shaking a little. It's not cold in here it's the middle of summer and the air conditioner is turned off. There's enough lights on so he can't be scared of anything. Just then my hand, a mind of its own, brushed two fingers over my clit, my button eagerly wanted to be pushed and I shivered at my response.Oh my God, is that what he's doing? I stopped, didn't remove my hands from there respective places though, and looked over,.