There would be no reason to squeeze her. She is not involved in anything, but baking regular cookies now. Until she actually handles the stuff, there ...s nothing she can testify about.Even that redneck Sheriff knows that,” Tommy said.“Yeah that makes sense. She has no reason to flip and nothing to tell them if she did,” I agreed. “You are always the voice of reason.”“So let her bake the damn cookies again. If she needs money let her put the oil in them as well. When the pot grown in a pot comes. As I recall you were in the middle of your umpteenth orgasm, riding CLOWN's cock like a bronco. When I flew in, you tried to push me away, screaming, 'Fuck me, you bastard! Yes! Give me more cock, you stallion!'" That was what was so awful about it, Sweetie. He had been bombarding me with those terrible Libido-rays for a week. At first it was awful the way I responded to the disgusting advances of him and his henchmen. I just hated the way my pussy got wet every time CLOWN would fondle my. When John wanted us separated for interviews, the blond guided Penny to the guest room, walking her like she was a patient at a mental institution lost in her mind or drugged to the gills and he was an orderly. I didn't worry what Penny would say if she could even talk. I just worried about Penny."I wish I could go back there and talk to Penny," I said to John."You know I can't let you do that," he said."I know."It got chaotic when the lead homicide detective, the coroner and the forensics. At some point the weight overcame the support, and they slid down, past her fingertips, to rest, nestled just in the hollow formed by her two legs and so recently busy pubic mound.Her attentions had moved on by then, and she'd carefully taken my cock in both hands. While her thumbs slid up the lower surface, pulling the loose skin over the shaft just a little, her fingertips were dancing on the opposite side, pressing and sliding, gathering my full attention. Her fingers milked still more.