"Barb shot a questioning look at Carrie."Maybe I should have listened to Annie and canned him. Let me findMaddy, with the phones down, she can go wak... the lazy bastard up. Untilthen can your people handle everything Barb?"Barb nodded, and Carrie headed towards the far side of the mansion. Itoccurred to her that it would have been a shorter walk to the staffhouse, but it was night time in late October, in the mountains, and shewas not dressed for the cold.When she finally reached Maddy's. She tried to talk, but the pounding I was giving her turned it into a few broken syllables and finally she gave in and surrendered. Her clit was being rubbed against the stool, and she started to climax again, forcing her juices out around my still pounding cock. As she recovered I pulled my cock out with an audible pop and fingered her gaping pussy, then brought my finger up and pushed it into her ass. Her head shot up and she yelled “No! You fucker, don’t you dare! Nooo!” I reached for my. Nor as all heads were turned to where she now floated glowing ominously several feet above her pew to realized things were about to get nasty!"YES! THIS INSANITY MUST STOP!" Ayeka cried passionately, below and just to the right. Assuming an an deniable battle stance as wedding guest were wisely scurrying for cover!"Scuse me." Someone said dryly as the distraught duo continued to 'power up.'Turning calmly from her place at the pipe organ, Washu leveled the bore of an enormous cannon like device. I thank Randi for her skilful editing. However, any subsequent errors are mine and I demand the right to claim any such errors as my own! And The Hammersmith Nude Murders aka Jack the Stripper was a real case. The murder weapon was as described in this story. The case was never solved.Danny Flavian was going to die, and it was all his own fault. Not that he actually accepted this fact, but just because someone doesn’t accept something doesn’t mean that it isn’t so.Danny Flavian was 36. He was.