He started tongue fucking her jabbing in and out, pulling back and taking in her beautiful cunt. Then back on her, this time he went in search of her ...lit that tiny nubbin that excited his wife so. Just the search for it, as he wiggled his tongue along and around her wetness caused uncontrollable moaning from Jennifer and unfamiliar emotions within her. Why couldn’t Alan, her husband, do this to her. If she begged, he would kiss her a couple of times down there, but that would be it. She had. Turns out that the department was right. Her mother’s killer was both…dead and convicted in other crimes. The man had been executed for killing six white women. In exactly the same way that he had killed her mother. But because her mother was black they had never made the connection to crimes that bore a remarkable resemblance to her mother’s death. So now she knew. Knew who killed her mother. She even knew why. The FBI had profiled the man extensively before his death. After he had converted. She liked her rubber wrapping. Very comfortable on the skin. Very soft and cuddly, but also a means to make her compliant. She still looked pretty. But no longer like a mistress, but more like a slave. She could read a number on the choker 5381. She was no longer a person, but only a number. But it didn't bother her.A latex blindfold followed. Very restrictive, but Selene could still orientate herself very well with her hearing. Like a bat or a whale she could orientate herself with sound. She had thick red hair, she was tall with long slender legs. She had big breasts and beautiful curves. Her neck was delicate and she and a well-defined chin. She had big lips and deep, mysterious eyes. She had her sword by her side for protection. As she was walking through the forest she heard a rattle in the bushes. Her reflexes took over and she took out her swords. As she stood in the middle of a grove she saw a bunch of small eyes coming out through the bushes. It was a gang of smaller.