" Well, let's hope that isn't the case here. I've got the public on my back and an FBI profiler on his way. He'll be here tomorrow to do a complete pr...file on our killer and to help with anything he can." What?" Justin's mouth dropped open. "Hold it, Chief. You called the FBI in on this? You know what'll happen, we'll do all the work and they'll get the glory." Justin felt rage building and struggled to push it back down."So let's go in there and get a confession and I can call and have them. So I went to Los Angeles and opened up my own practice. I dated a publicist out there and he got me some celebrity referrals. It was the Wendy Wright thing that got me thinking. I realized that I was the one who had lost my 'moral compass.' I know I accused you of that but it was me."The tears fell freely from her eyes."That poor family," she said in a choked voice. "I might as well have driven the car myself. I closed my practice the next day and moved down here. I helped take care of dad and. "Close your eyes, Valentina," he ordered before kissing her eyelids shut. "Now keep them that way." What if I don't want to?" she protested."Too bad," he stated as he pulled the sash out of his robe. "Guess I'll just have to help you along." He said as he drew the soft cotton sash across her eyes and tied it tight enough that she wouldn't dislodge it when she started thrashing around. And thrash she would, he vowed to himself. The little wench had this coming. Last night he had made love to. My hard cock was deep in his ass!! "Fuck me Mark," was all he said. So I did as he bid. Slowly, and gradually, I started moving in and out of his ass, starting a steady rhythm of fucking. In and out, to and fro with a sensual, slow, pace. I held his hips tight as I told him that this was good. So fucking good. He didn't reply but still moaned. I started fucking him picking up the tempo, faster and faster until I was sweating; fucking his ass so hard, slamming my cock into him. Just as a cock in.
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