A serving girl had timidly followed, to see that he was without need. His glass was full, so he asked her to check back later. Perhaps he did somethin... to give himself away, although he took pride in his control. Perhaps she was more intuitive than most, although her eyes seemed to lack intelligence. Something spooked her, alerting her to the danger, and her nostrils flared. She quickly diverted her eyes as she ducked back inside. Until that moment, his hunger had been banked, put aside for a. “Sergeant O’Malley, this is Martin Phillips.”There was a chill in the voice that replied. “What are you doing calling me, Martin?”“I’m sending you a video of a supposed beating that took place just now.”“I’ll use it to hang you. You know that, don’t you Martin?”“I don’t think so in this case. I’m not involved in the supposed beating.”“Why are you sending it to me?”“You’re the most honest cop I know.”“Don’t bullshit me.”“Sergeant O’Malley. You and I are on opposite sides, but we’re fighting for. His tongue had been performing tiny, firm circles on her pink little clit and he decided not to stop. He squeezed her legs to the point of discomfort, keeping them parted, as his tongue continued its slow laps around her tiny button. She bounced up and down, lifting her ass completely off the bed and pushing into his mouth. Eyes closed, tongue buried, Patrick tasted the juice as if it was really his daughters. He imagined it was her soft, hairless pussy lips gently squeezing around his mouth. It was a small bed but neither of us touched."I was out." I didn't think you were really breaking up with me," I said."I don't want to talk about it," she said. She put her arm around me."Did you kiss him?"She didn't say anything, but hugged me closer."Did you kiss him?" I asked again.She said, "Yes." Two years. We've been together two years and its just like that."I felt her cold legs. Her feet tangled up with mine. I tried not to move. My knee kept her away."Did you fuck him?" No," she said..