"Administrative assistant, is that the kind of work you do?" That, amongst others," she replied, looking at me with a mischievous little glint in her ...ye. "You'd be surprised at all the things I can do." Oh fuck ... as I listened to her sultry soft voice say those provocative words, I felt another surging pulse go right to my cock, the swelling cylinder throbbing in the confines of my underwear. Again, she seemed to sense my discomfort and broke the mood with another question."So, what about. Shaking her head she continued to suppress the memories that tried to form in her mind regarding the source of these many hurts. Dropping her hand between her legs she again felt tenderness and soreness. The scenes again began to form in her mind and again Debbie had to fight to keep her thoughts on the present. Stepping out of the shower she slowly dried herself while starring at herself in the mirror. How could she ever be the same woman she had been just a few days ago? Looking deeply into. 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. "Grace, it's so good to see you," he said, walking over to her. He took her hand and kissed the back of it. Gone was the pretty smile she gave him when he did that before. She pulled it away from him and placed it back into her lap once more."It's good to see you, Frank," she said. "Would you wish for some tea?" Yes, please," he sat down on a chair just across the coffee table. She nodded to the maid."What brings you here, Frank?" her voice was still cold."I just arrived back into town and.