I wanted to move forward with as much information as possible.“Would you tell me if ... I dunno, if my ass turns you on?”“Yes.”“Does my ass ...urn you on?”“No.”“Would you tell me if my cock turned you on?”There wasn’t even the tiniest of pauses before she responded.“No.”Even in her hypnotized state, as my sister monotoned and stared straight at me, her face twitched, as though she wanted to glance down at my pants, and that familiar flush appeared on her ears. Yeah, I was pretty sure that her. ‘Listen, I’m married and… well this is not too cool.’ ‘I don’t give a shit about you being married!’ She pulled me back to her. Damn she was strong for a small woman. One hand reached to my crotch and began to stroke me. Instantly I was hard. I tried to be gentle and push her away but she held her ground. ‘You brain says no but your cock says yes.’ She purred. ‘Really! Maria! This is not good. I have a wife and…. Oooo fuck….’ Maria’s hands on my crotch were getting me excited. She was kissing. Everybody suspected that she went into the river. What didn't make sense to me was why Allen didn't do them both at the same time and leave her with her daughter. I had this nagging feeling that the mother might have been the killer. That was just based on her body not turning up. Of course neither had the father's body surfaced, if he was indeed dead.It was 5AM and I was thinking about writing my report and drinking coffee for the last couple of hours when the call came in. "210 see the man.... "Sir. May your slut have a cock for my mouth?" Do you want me to go get the attendant?" I'd rather have yours Sir." I say giggling.With that he unbuckles his belt and unzips his fly. When he reaches in and pulls his cock out I lean forward and take him into my mouth. Being filled with a hard cock in both ends is something I have been growing accustomed to. The feeling of his cock going in and out as the dildo is filling me is almost more than I can take. Jamal takes control of the chair and.