I went to the bartender and said the magical word Let me in, I'm a friend of Doug (that’s an older story and to long to tell you now, but that gives...me entrance to to the secret bar behind, or actually its a bar, a room with poker tables and a small stage, wit an even smaller cinema, for 8 persons, and showing X-rated movies 24/7)Well I entered the second bar with my wife, paid out another champagne and then took her by the hand and led her in to the cinema, and she just laugh. She said poor. He started to fuck her hard as the second stood up on the bed and forced her mouth down onto his cock making her gag over and over. After 5 mins they switched position and my wife greedily sucked her juices from the first guys cock as his friend replaced him in her gaping pussy. Again they both fucked her hard for about 5 minutes until the one in her mouth pulled out. He knelt behind her as his friend slowed his pace. He leaned in and I saw him rub his spit covered cock over her ass. Without. Even sob stories about how bad his home life was, didn’t move her. But Kennelly was all business and knew that he’d be taken off the case as soon as the plane landed.He knew that this case was beyond him. Nicole didn’t look like the type to kill another human being. To him, she should be a movie/television star or a super model. Not a cold blooded murderer.They talked affably for an hour until Kennelly yawned. She excused herself to take a small nap herself. The small nap turned into almost a. ”He reached over and plucked his wife’s purse from the table and opened it. He pulled a tube of lubricant from it with a triumphant expression. Flipping the top he squirted a generous amount at Sara’s back hole and pulled his wife’s hand away. He applied some more lube to his thick fingers and roughly forced one in her anus. Sara shrieked but she had no where to go with Mrs. Crudele on her back and Mr. Crudele’s thick cock still in her pussy. In rapid succession he pushed a second, then a third.