Thursday started off with multiple doorbell rings and pounding on the door. I was getting really tired of process servers, FBI agents, and Andrew. Tod...y, though it was two officers from the Chicago Police Department.“We’re looking for Miss Bethany Krajick. We have a ‘missing person’ report filed by her fiancée. May we speak to her?”I wanted to scream, but instead, carefully controlled my voice.“She’s not missing,” I said. “She simply doesn’t want to speak to Andrew.”“We need to see her; we have. I didn’t like it so I closed my eyes and tried my best, but it was impossible for my mouth to engulf it completely. Uncle let out a moan and was enjoying my mouth fucking. He was slowly fucking my mouth now; I was gagging in between and was craving for air. I went with the flow now and started trying my best to suck it. Uncle removed his hand; this gave me some air to breathe. I too was enjoying the act now and was sucking his dick passionately.After sometime uncle again put his hands behind my. They were always simple and friendly, but I don't think she was using them as a crutch anymore. We started meeting for lunch once every two or three weeks. Lunch always ended with a hug, but she never held me as long as she did that first time.Although we never spoke about it at the time, sexually speaking, I equated her with my co-workers. She was a good enough looking young woman, but she was twenty years younger that me, and we always kept things polite.In all of that time, we had never. I was so turned on by the sight which met me. My petite wife Kate being used as a bitch by this huge dog who completely swamped her tiny frame.Before long Kate began to moan and thrash as she reached her orgasm. Paddy's motions became faster and faster and he tried to bite her neck, presumably trying to prevent his bitch escaping. Then his jackhammering suddenly stopped and Kate announced that he was flooding her with what felt like pints of hot liquid.As I watched I could see a see through.