I have found that the nice guys do not work for me, for the most part. Cum in my mouth, or on my face is fine, some fumbling with my hole, but there w...s never anything...well hot.But the dominant guys, those were something.I frequent some chat rooms, hunting for the perfect guy. For most part it is only dissappoitment. Only talk, they lure some nudes (and I am careful, mind you) and they are gone. I end up visciously masturbating to porn, often multiple times.But then I found one. He was older,. Do they have pictures of Kirsten, maybe drinking something, maybe being taken into a bedroom? Then we go to those people and ask if they were at a party. Was it at such-and-so location? Ask the Browder girl if she hosted a party.”“Okay, I am following you. The warrants?” he asked.“They say yes and allow us in, we check for forensics. They say yes and don’t allow us in, I get a warrant. They say no, and I have proof they are lying, that’s a felony, obstruction of justice. Between that and. "I'd like you to wear these tomorrow," she told Louisa, "And I'd like you to come to work with me." OK Mom," Louisa replied as she continued to brush her hair.Carmina put her hand on her daughter's shoulder and stood looking down at her. The sight was bittersweet.Louisa had been wearing a white terrycloth robe after her bath, but had let it fall from her when she started to do her hair. The stool she was sitting on, turned fluffy white from the robe.Her mother slid her hand down her daughter's. " She leaned in, kissing me, whispering to me. "I know this hurts. But you're taking it, you're taking it so well. Please keep taking it for me, at least for a while. Let the feelings come out, feel the intensity of what's being done to us. I know it hurts, but let it keep hurting, and then feel what comes after that......"She'd started really fucking me as she whispered to me, and the mix of sexual need with anguish was making my head spin. I felt my need building up, and she sensed my body.