"Mr. Barstow?" Yes, indeed, Madam. Perhaps you remember me from the inquest after Mr. Moore's death? I am a prosecutor at the Central Criminal Court o... London." I did not poison my husband, Mr. Barstow. If you hope to elicit a confession with your generosity, then I suggest you have me brought back into that cesspool at once."Barstow blushed. "I hope that you do not think that I might have something like that in mind."She blushed under the bruises. "Forgive me then. In a place like this a. I did you a favor, it was a loan, and loans need to be repaid." Geoff walked up close to her and a chill of fear rose up her spine."I'm sorry! I told you I don't have any money right now. I'll pay you when I can, I promise!" She pleaded her case."As I recall, you PROMISED to pay me today... that didn't work out, so why should I trust you now?" He asked her, his body close to her and he leaned close to her ear and continued."Now, you got what you wanted, but I am still out my money... I think. She had him in her mouth when he exploded.Spurts of hot juices filled her mouth as he spurted again and again. Eventually, he was still, and she held his cock in her hand, his hardness going.“Lay down my precious, rest now,” she whispered to him.She kissed his forehead and he was slumped next to her. Through this Rajesh continued to draw on her milk, and she moved her hand down to caress his tummy.“Mom, I want to do something for you,” he whispered.“What do you mean Rajesh?’“I saw Arun and you. “Would it be possible for me to stop in with her and meet you in person?”Lacey’s hesitation if brief. “Sure, I totally understand.”“Great, Alyce said she needs to be there soon. I’ll see you soon then.”When the call ends the now raven-haired woman sits back to ponder the conversation. She wasn’t planning a visit from Alyce’s mother, but it does make sense. She wants to meet in person to make sure that Lacey is not the kind of person that would do anything unscrupulous with her daughter—like.