And then he listened to that fat ass of a Sheriff speak for all of five minutes. Some kind of blah, blah, blah about how they were doing everything in...their power to make their county safe from this degenerate. How he personally was setting up a task force and had brought in a FBI profiler. Five fucking minutes. Even that profiler hadn't said much and he thought the feds always wanted to get the spot light.Even when cornered by the press, Detective Big Man Saint hadn't said anything. He knew. Jane was out with the girls and she did as i said she said she was going home early but instead went to the club where we go for our black fix, Jane walked in alone and straight away she was noticed, Jane is 5"2 size 20 with big tits and a cracking arse on her. she stood at the bar and ordered her drink and she said a lad who always goes in there walked over to her and said where is your hubby, i told him you were away and i came in for a drink cos i was bored. if you are bored why not come. As I kept playing with myself, I could see Dusty moving some lights.“Grab the reflector,” the artist said to Dusty. “Bounce the light from below her face.” Dusty moved closer, about three feet from me, and the reflected light obscured my vision. But I didn’t care. I wanted one thing. I wanted to cum.I brushed my blond hair back from my face. I sucked on my index finger, pushing it in and out of my mouth. I’d never given a blow job but I pretended my finger was a thin cock and I licked it. I move the stool into the centre of the room. She casts me a glance of apprehension… to no avail. ‘Bend over the stool – I am going to give you three very hard strokes of the slipper… like the teachers used to give us!’ She bends over the stool, her body tightening. I grip the plimsoll in my right hand and bring it down hard onto her left buttock. Her naked body shudders. Already there is a scarlet imprint of the sole. Again I swing the slipper onto her buttock with a resounding whack. She.