." Oh, I got your meaning all right. Are you happy to have your own slave now, Jack? Or would you prefer 'Master'?" No, I didn't mean it that way...... Then how did you mean it, Master? I'm confused cause I'm just a stupid fucking girl!" Keep your voice down!" he hissed."Oh, right, keep my voice down. I'll me a good little slave, Master!" Dammit!" He put his hand over her mouth, and they both struggled until she fell backwards in the sand, his hand held over her mouth."Pull yourself the fuck. “Well,” the young woman went on, “Could you identify these photos for us, and tell us where the incident shown occurred?”She put some photos before her. At first Susan was at a loss. It was Gail and Victor in the park, seemingly alone. Then she remembered.“Yes,” she said. “It was about two weeks ago and we were all in the park. Whoever took these made sure little Carl and I were not on the photos. We were right next to them. What bastard took these photos?”“They arrived at the station. "He allowed himself a smile."Thanks, that would mean a lot to me." Oh, here they come. Let's have dinner."They sat with Pat and Megan for a few minutes talking about general stuff before Milena showed with Chris in tow. After dinner, all six of them sat in the sand and chatted amiably for another two or three hours.Henry withdrew from the conversation and from the group without being noticed. He walked the beach for a half hour and when he returned his absence had not been noticed. He accepted. With an outlet in every room in the house all she needed to do was carry a long hose around with the proper attachment.Mom loved it because it could suck dirt out of the groves in the floorboards under the rug.While we were installing it Dad told me that the new system was almost as good as Mom. Laughing at the time he said that he married her because she could suck a golf ball through a garden hose. I laughed too because I knew that he had just told me that Mom was a very good cocksucker.Both.