The call came in at noon exactly. I pushed the FBI panic button to alert them and I also sent the message on the burner phone to Wilson. Then I counte... four more rings then answered."What can I do for you," I said into the phone."Are you Rose Seabold?" the heavily accented voice said."That would be me," I agreed. "An what should I call you?" You may call me Roman. So Miss Rose are you tracing this call?" Roman asked."Of course I am," I said."Good, you are being honest. Do you have my money?" he. She stills her struggles as her desire to cum begins to take hold. Tenderly I torture her with her own desire. She is mine and mine alone now, she knows it, I know it. I will satisfy her lust, her need to go to that special place of surrender deep inside her, to release her need to cum.Rhythm is all. Up and down I move my fingers, still outside her pussy, but within, their pressure and friction become the focus of her world. The rough cloth she lies on, the ropes gripping her limbs and neck. Gradually I felt myself starting to cum, and Lynette paused to lick the pre-cum that was now oozing out of my cock, before she once again devoured its length and began gently but aggressively sucking for all she was worth. I bent forward and whispered in her ear that we didn’t need to rush, but as she paused she murmured “We’ve got all night,” and continued sucking for all she was worth. Eventually I literally exploded in her mouth, and the noise she made whilst gulping down my load was the. Not sporty, not especially clever nor was I really that ambitious. Yet something clicked, no it wasn’t romantic, not in the slightest. Yet it was even more special. You wont understand until you’ve been there, but sometimes you don’t need to be loved to feel it. I was scared though, in this town we still had the three tier system of schools. We had only just met, what if she picked a different school. What if I lost the only true friend I’ve got? How will I cope? How will I survive? I couldn’t.