I want to thank two readers Fran who encourages me to keep on writing, even though I want to give up at times and to CVC who sends me very long sugges...ions, which have greatly improved this chapter. Most importantly Jim, who has yet again done a great job with this and made it that much better to read, so again any mistakes found in this chapter, is totally my fault. This story is drawing to a close, it’ll maybe be one or two more chapters before the end, and yes this is a long one, originally. " Joey scoffed but didn't say anything and Bakura is not slow. "I see. Maybe I should set Mutou-san up on the intranet. Honda-san, I suspect that if you exit our front door, Mazaki-chan will be in the unit to your left. The door is usually unlocked." He took Mutou and left.Honda sat for another minute or two and then left as well.Joey didn't move for a long time."Joey, let me —" We knew something was up. I mean, pretty much from the start. We thought you were on the run from the police." My. I guess we watched the clip a half dozen times before I finally managed to exhaust Lynn, my lips were swollen and numb by then and my tongue felt mangled. Lounging back, naked and finishing her wine Lynn mused. "They are going to realise at some point they left the wrong tape in it."I was thinking of the ironing scene at the start, I rather suspected Rob had left exactly what he intended, but how would Debbie react? She was not the killer Lynn was, but I was willing to bet it would be shrill. Thinking to yourself what a dirty slut you really are, deepthroating the cock of a guy you barely know...yet loving every second. Between your legs, you feel a familiar warmth, you've imagined this so many times and now it's finally happening. Your thighs parting a little as you slide one hand past the waistband of your panties, slowly teasing your fingers over your clit and feeling the warmth and wetness as your mouth works to pleasure his dick.Suddenly you find your throat empty, the thick.