"Do you know how difficult something like that would be to prove?" askedBill."It's a theory worth pursuing, it makes more sense than Mario does,"Brend... said."Okay, let's assume you are right, how do we find the answer we'relooking for?" asked Bill."We do what we have been doing, Melissa is starting to trust me and Ithink if Tiffany can get close to her we might find out who the dirty copis," Brenda said."Can you think of anyone?" Bill asked."She is dating that one cop that we know about but I. Chota waved them in and they quickly scurried inside.Mardo sat at the far end of the room on a makeshift throne that was essentially an ancient dentist’s chair with a sundry assortment of random machine parts that were fused to it. He was surrounded by an inner circle of loyal lapdogs whose gazes swung over to the girls. “Here’s the girls Kee-Ara was talking about,” Chota announced.“They down? They want to join up with the revolution?” Mardo barked with a deep, growly swarm of a voice.Chota. I licked and slurped at her juices, paying special attention to her small red cherry button, munching on it, biting it, clenching it between my teeth and pulling on it, harder and further than I should maybe, but she seemed to enjoy a little pain with her pleasure. "Oh goddd," she whispered breathlessly, "this is sooo good."I munched on her clit a little more before I looked up at her. "You've got the greatest ass I've ever seen," I said, slapping her butt just to confirm it. "Please tell me. I look down at my husband’s other hand and he is fucking his self with the 8-inch butt-plug that has been in his ass the whole time.Pre-cum is leaking out of his worthless cock. I tell him to put the butt-plug back in his ass and to quit playing with it. I then instruct Bob to quit sucking on my wet pussy and to pull the butt-plug out of my husband’s ass. Bob pulled the plug out and you could see my husband’s asshole begging to be fucked.Bob took his cock and aimed it at the opening, as soon as.