I doubted the video would do that but I wanted to see it anyway.When I got to the second page of Muralidhar Patel's statement, I sat up straight in my...chair. I went back to the start and read more carefully this time."Son of a bitch," I said. I smiled for the first time in a long time when dealing with the Huntley case. "Son of a bitch!"I fought the urge to call Jane Cummings at home. Instead I pigeonholed her as she walked through the metal detectors at the courthouse."You have some problems. Afterward, Jack would remember the party as a blur of colors and faces, voices, music, champagne, and always Suzanne dancing in his arms. They almost seemed to be standing still as the evening swirled and glittered and rushed around them. Scarcely a moment went by when they weren't touching at least their fingers.The band was playing "I Only Have Eyes for You," and Jack was holding Suzanne very close, the points of her breasts rubbing against his shirt front. He was dying to see what she had on. “Now get your mouth open,” Matt pulls the black fabric of his bulging pouch to one side allowing his hard cock to bounce free, “OPEN!” Matts cock slaps against Ross’ cheek and he opens his mouth wide. Suddenly his mouth is filled and he’s gagging, chocking, tears building in his eyes as Matt shoves his cock further down. “That’s right hole, take it all!” The cock is so far down Ross’ throat he can’t scream when his arse cheeks are pulled apart and fingers are forced deep inside him again.. "Are you sure? I would have expected you to be at least a little more excited than this." I deadpanned.Sandy smacked me in the arm and tried to be angry, but couldn't manage it. "Come on, let get my LICENSE!!!" she said and dragged me back into the building. 45 minutes later were came back out and headed toward the parking lot, Sandy was staring at her brand new driver's license all the way to the car. When we got there I tossed her the keys."Why don't you drive us home?" I said as I got in on.