His every nerve simply screamed "Touchme!."Immediately, Troy felt the man's throbbing manhood push deeply inside him.Troy was so wet, he easily thrust...the full length in the very first time.Troy gasped and eyes opened wide with surprise. It felt amazingly good! Hewanted it to stay there. Touching every part of the hyper-sensitive channelinside him. But the man quickly pulled it back out. Before Troy could react,he thrust it back in, eliciting another, even louder gasp.The man's rhythm quickly. ”“Speaking of Roger, we need to report in,” Spencer says, dropping the hint of demand to his voice.Graves looks apologetic a moment later. “I’m sorry to have to tell you at a time like this, but Roger was murdered.”‘When?” Spencer spits out before Samantha can say anything.“Yesterday,” Graves informs. “Doug Wiltkins is currently in a coma, but expected to pull through.”Samantha tries to hold back her tears unsuccessfully. Spencer pulls her in close and holds her there. Graves remains silent,. Her eyes were a rare dark blue, very intense and intelligent. I imagined that beneath the fashionable powdered wig that stood atop her head her own hair would be of a golden straw color. Ah yes! There was an undisciplined wisp of flaxen hair trying to escape behind her ear. Descended, no doubt, of the Norsemen who ruled long ago in Normandy.Her lips were reddened, of course, and her eyebrows were colored as well to frame her face. She had a delicate chin and high cheekbones, again betraying her. People are going to start asking questions, and I'm afraid the answers are going to lead back to us."That was the right answer. Victoria was pleased, "Why don't you start at the beginning." Okay. About 2 weeks ago I heard a few of the janitors talking..." The janitors?"Bridget smiled, "Yeah. My Dad always says that if you want to know what's going on in an office, find out what the secretaries and the janitors are talking about."Victoria smiled back, "You father sounds like a wise man. Go on".