”“Oh? In that case I accept. How about next Saturday, then?”He made a small bow over the table. “Your wish is my command.”Later, after he’... dropped me home, I took the medicines he’d given me and turned on my computer, deciding to get it over with. Astonishingly, the Bitch’s reply was almost conciliatory. She “appreciated my suggestions”, thought they “looked good”, and told me to try them out. Meaning I would be using my original plans after all.She must have got herself thoroughly laid last. Since the cat was already out of the bag, I collected the extra copies of the files and put them into my safe along with the details on the case starting with the first murder of John Doe aka “The mysterious Mister Anderson”.I went immediately to my Uncle Joe’s office and he ushered me into his inner sanctum turning on the radio real loud and whispering in my ear he thought his office was bugged. We both went down the back staircase to the impound yard in the rear of the building and he lit up. Not because that was some sexy,magical time. No: rather because it was the first available time toplausibly get this done and over with, hopefully, once and that's it.He lunged onto the bed and lay on his chest. He spread his legs. He puthis hands under the pillow on which he rested his head.That smile. That fucking smug smile of his. I'll never forget it.I basically did as he had described and requested. I knelt between hisspread legs. I began rubbing his lower back and cheeks and upper. They then traveled past her fleshy, pink lip gloss-covered lips before reaching her firm, D-Cup boobs. The material that made up her skimpy pink dress was not only see-through, but it clung to her body like a second skin, making it clear she was not wearing a bra. Her lack of panties was also made obvious by the garments low cut, which only barely covered her firm, bouncy ass and tight, clean-shaven pussy. Only one detail about her flawless appearance remained hidden. It was the large,.