His pistols rested on top of the step. Strangely, he was thinking of Susan. He’d done everything he could think of, now it was a matter of waiting. ...An hour passed, and then another, and then out of the blackness the wind brought the sound of pebbles rattling in a tin can. David blew on the smouldering rope’s end and touched the rocket fuse. The night sky was suddenly torn apart by a brilliant light as the rocket exploded. A mass of men stood frozen their hands gripping rifles as they looked. He wanted to let us know that their quick pass search of other police blotters near Westborough and hospitals had turned up nothing. He assured us that he’d work on the case until we had some resolution on her whereabouts. 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. Finally realizing what was going on, she curled her legs up into her chest, which was now betraying her fear in short, quick bursts of breathing. He stood motionless for a moment as they locked eyes, hers wide in fear and surprise, his a simple amusement and hunger. Looking her over, he realized that her shirt had risen up even farther when he had tied her arms together, now not even covering anything below her waist. His mind reeled as he saw that she had nothing on beneath her shirt. Without. .. me..." She could feel both their orgasms building, his as a rising tension in his cock and balls and hers as a growing pressure that began in the pit of her stomach and radiated outwards. She could feel his cock straining against the silken walls of her slit and taste the salty sweat of her skin and the musk of their mutual lust in the air.“Cum…cum in me,” She implored him, forehead resting against his, “I want to…feel it… as you do,” the words with laced with indulgent cries and breathy.