Me? Not so much. Biker number two was checking out my head as if he were some modern day phrenologist when my cell phone rang. The biker was checking ...y head because a lump the size of an Ostrich egg was forming where he hit me with his ham-like fist, and blood was dripping down on my ear from a gash his ring made.Helpful cute bartender girl answered my chirping cell phone. I listened to one side of the conversation with the ear that wasn’t ringing like the Bells of Saint Mary’s.Hello,. I would start my investigation in Boston. Cassandra Sanders. She wouldn’t like that. Too bad. No, New York first. The scene of the crime.For the only time in my life, I had, literally, an unlimited expense account. Business Class, I thought. As befits my status -- working for a New York hedge fund. And, perhaps, the federal government.Walker and I haven’t discussed it, in fact I doubt that he’s thought about it consciously. But we enjoy our evening dinners at home, just the two of us. Vanessa. "On your knees" You quickly drop to your knees as she turns around and unbuttons the second man's pants and pulls them down. She pulls his already stiff, cock. "Here girl. Take him all the way in. " She holds your head and guides his cock into your mouth and forcing you to gag. She pulls you back and then forward ducking him with your face. You are getting wetter she uses your mouth. You work your tounge around his cock when ever you catch your breath. You can hear him breathing heavier. Just. “Take off your skirt, your shoes and your top Maegan.” Meagan gasped, opened her mouth to protest but saw her mother-in-law raise her arm to strike again. Maegan's heart dropped when Ellen and her girls just smirked as she looked at them to appeal for their intervention. How could this be happening for God’s sake? Meagan’s hands disobeyed her brain and she did as she was told and folded her skirt and top over the back of a chair. Of course they had all seen Meagan in her bikini but, this was.