She was soaking wet. Rubbed her clit and slipped my finger into her wet pussy. She grabbed her jeans and slipped them off. She stood on the couch and ...traddle my face lowering her dripping pussy on my mouth. I licked and sucked her clit which was protruding from it hood. She rubbed her dripping pussy on my mouth now sucking the juice from her wet opening sliding my tongue in as deep as it would go sucking her wet opening. Pat continued sucking my cock I could feel her throat ask she thrusted. Cutting some tape loose, he used it to wrench her eyes open, taking notice as they lulled around inside, not tracking anything.After he secured her arms and legs to the bench, he slid a dildo back into her pussy with the help of some lubrication, he turned the bench to face the TV and turned it to a channel showing only snow. Replacing the headphones to her ears, he blocked her head to the bench and set the headphones to play a new track. This one would again sing sweetly to her with birds. “If you have a card, our attorney will contact you this afternoon. She will have some papers for you to deliver to these pieces of shit. You know who they are, don’t you?”The man nodded glumly.“A job’s a job,” he said plaintively.“We understand,” Jill said with a diplomacy I didn’t know she possessed. “And I’m sure Travis is sorry for tossing it back in your face.”She was wrong. I wasn’t the least bit sorry. I nodded contritely anyway when she turned to give me a pointed look.“I’ve been punched. That is something Snoopy sent me for editing. Leaning to kiss her forehead, I continued: "Zoey committed suicide, and it took me a long time to get past the feeling that I was, in some way, responsible.Winter embraced me sweetly, sobbing softly and said in a loving voice, "I'm sure it wasn't your fault, babe." Not my fault?" I repeated incredulously. "In her suicide note, she wrote I was solely responsible...see for yourself. She even underlined my name three times!"Then handing her another.