Caught a couple shows, drank some cheap beer and experienced some fine dining. We also stayed out late every...single...night.We flew in Thursday nigh... and partied all the way until Sunday before we took the red eye. Thursday and Friday I went all out trying to get some play. Friday night I came close; she was from Chicago and had a boyfriend. What stopped her was her roommate being rejected by one of my buddies. That wide turn around first base was all for nothing.Saturday night was all or. As Ilooked into the mirror, as the rollers were wound tightly into my permedhair, my eyes were riveted on my bra. Satin and lace underwired moldsformed MY breasts, breasts which, without a bra, would hang freely,subject to gravity. New feelings took over my body. My mother workedsteadily on my set, but I felt not the hair being wound, but I felt asatisfaction and pleasure, that my body, MY breasts, had to be supportedby a beautiful bra. My hands found their way to caress each satin orb. Icould. He then attached the chainless clamps onto the other sides of her nipples so they were weighed down and heavy. Her nipples were clamped up and she was moaning softly moving on the bed. Max slapped her breasts hard. First one then the other. Again and agani and again. They slowly turned pinker and pinker until they were red and the girl was crying openly now. But still she didn’t ask them to stop and her pussy was wet.To be honest she was so wet her thighs were wet, the bed was wet, and. No nonsense, not hurried but specific. He looked around the bedroom, no marker in sight. "Did you guys already pick up a marker, something that might have been used to write this?" he asked one of the crime scene techs."Nope, we didn't see anything like that. Looks like he brought it with him."Another clue. He carried a kit. Knife, big one that had cut up Nick and had also been used to jimmy the door. Marker. What else? If he was watching them, and Stephanie said that he had, he probably was.