‘But to answer your question, Special Agent Webster,’ I said, ‘my initial thesis was that Danny might have been disposed of here. But now I thin... he is nowhere around here.’ ‘So you think he’s dead?’ asked Webster. ‘I’m not saying that, at least not yet.’ I said. ‘But he was vomiting blood, which was one thing I’ve confirmed by coming here, there’s blood mixed with that vomit. So he was being beaten, and was coughing up blood and likely vomiting blood, as well. Untended internal injuries… I’m. Heaven!! He bent forward to blow on them before he slipped down to lick from just above my pubic hairline, working his way up my body with painstaking care. The musky smell of our mutual arousals had slowly mixed in the air with the wood smoke and the pungent, heady mango smell added another note, mingling erotically with our pheromones. My nipples were pebbled so hard they were painful, and Cole didn’t help at all by sliding a hand up to pinch them even tighter as he licked at my lower belly.. Mary hoped that when she came, which she knew that she would, it did not affect her ability to deliver the cane strokes."Twelve please," said the bent-over woman.Mary tapped the cane against the bared backside and then raised it and brought it down with all of her strength SWISH! THWACK!Lucy shook her arse slightly and groaned as Mary watched a red line start to appear across the white mounds, this was an added turn-on that had not been possible in the village hall.SWISH! THWACK! another. Her legs were wide apart and I could see her thick dark bush of pubic hair, covering her pussy. My eyes widened as I watched her slowly push a thick, white dildo into her hairy thatch, panting a little as she pressed it into her hairy pussy. I watched, open mouthed, as she slowly worked it inside herself. With an effort, I tore my gaze from the sight of her hand working the toy in and out of her pussy, but instead of turning away and slipping back to my own bedroom, I let my eyes wander.