She started feeling warm as she knew she was about to confess to him she wanted to do something.“What were you thinking?” Jon inquired, hoping tha... things would continue to go in this positive direction.“I have some free time tonight and I really am tired of hanging around my parents… I SERIOUSLY need to get out…” She giggled as she talked quickly. Confessing to a near-stranger was not her normal MO. Neither was practically begging one to take her away.“Oh…” Jon shifted in his desk chair.. AHA! The sleeping one will be guilty. He knows who dunnit. The options are to 'do the time or beat the rap, and either one is in the hands of his lawyer. The innocent one is the pacer. He cannot comprehend how he was charged with something he didn't do, and he has no idea what will soon happen to him.So I guess that our innocent sleeper in the first paragraph was actually sleeping the sleep of the guilty. Except that as in our example, he too had no idea what would soon happen to him.His face. He made some requests that we said we’d check on.Thursday, Marcia met Ashley, Chris, and me at Ash’s mother’s home. The mailbox was again full of untouched mail. Based on some questions from the detective, we went through the house, mostly guiding Marcia.Marcia helped Ash determine that a suitcase was missing along with some cosmetics and a collection of clothing. Various pieces of jewelry were also gone, but not everything. I noticed that the air conditioning had been nudged to a higher. I hung there moaning. The little shit came in front of me, grabbed my balls in her hand and took a big bite of my cock. She drew blood. Smiling she proceeded to kiss me with my blood on her mouth.After the cheers and laughter died down, 2 of them held her up so she could piss on my face. She had been drinking steadly all day so it actually tasted good. My wife drank Dr pepper. Taste not so good. Some of them got material to clean me up for the next round.My wife always did love to make it hurt.