‘What?’ Gina asked, her arms dropping and her legs starting to close. I grabbed her knees and kept her legs spread. ‘Relax,’ I smiled. ‘I th...nk you’ll like this. Trust me.’ She remained tense for a moment before taking a deep breath, trying to force herself to relax. Gina had a neatly trimmed dark patch of hair between her legs. I could just make out a bit of pink peaking out. Thoughts of what the girls’ said spun in my mind as I leaned forward. ‘What are you doing?’ Gina asked nervously as my. ’ He whispered into my ear causing shivers to run down my spine. ‘I am so hard for you,’ he rubbed the evidence against me, ‘I want to watch your tits bounce as you fuck yourself on my cock.’ I was finding it hard to breathe. My flimsy panties were no match for the moisture leaking out of me. I saw flashes of images of us doing the things he described and my stomach twisted. I lowered my palms to his chest- it felt like a rock, only warmer. I looked at him and he must’ve seen the lust clouding. " Robin slammed his fist on the table."Do we have enough for CID to get a search warrant? Once they getinside the house and find everything in that workshop he's done for,"Glenda speculated."I'm heading down to the Plough to see Mitch Tarry for a drink. He's onthe Slasher Task Force and he's not averse to using dodgy evidence toget a conviction. In this case I think he will agree that the meansjustify the ends. Charlie, I want you to stay here with Glenda, I'll beback as soon as I'm done.". Which may be why I didn't notice until I was parked alongside it that there was already another car in the driveway. A BMW. Who'd be visiting us this Sunday afternoon? Did any of her girlfriends drive a BMW? No, the women we knew all drove sensible little cars, or if they were mothers they drove vans. Had I asked our lawyer, or our insurance man, or someone else, to look in on us on Sunday, and then just plain forgotten? A problem. What to do?I sat there feeling helpless, suddenly a.