She heard a slurp. A swallow. Someone was licking her. He eased out of her. The lapping continued at her vacant twat, slipping through her plump lips...and out again, only to lick at the wetness on the inside of her legs. Cam slid his hands down her calves to her thighs, parted them, and pushed them to her chest. Then he moved to her side, giving the little blonde more room. Jackie lifted her head. The girl looked up from between her legs, meeting her gaze with intent green eyes. Her blonde. Alison screams for all she is worth. All is quiet. Is there a problem my dear? Alison turns her head in the direction of the voice, seeing only darkness. You disapprove of me referring to you as My Dear? Silence. Fine then, we will pick something else. However, even though I intend to use you like a cum thirsty whore, it would be ungentlemanly of me to call you one! the voice says calmly, as if to mock her. Hands come from behind her, grabbing her shirt by the collar and ripping it open.. " Tina held up her badge and noted that Riles didn't seem surprised. "I'd like to talk to you about Barbara Welch." Welch," Riles waved his hand and Tina walked into his office. "Too bad about her." Did you know her well?" she wondered, taking a folding metal chair opposite the coach's desk."Well enough," he shrugged. He was a large man, robust and approaching fifty. He had a hard face, red and deeply lined from a lot of years squinting into the hot Texas sun."When was the last time you saw. He touched her shoulder and she flinched. "Let's do this", she said, and reached for the waistband of her workout pants. Usually he didn't like the look, but a simple T-shirt and sweatpants was something she was able to pull off with a certain amount of style, and even in relatively sloppy clothes she had an elegance of bearing; which made what he was about to do to her even more shocking. And, he had to admit, arousing. She slipped out of her pants, pulled down a pair of indifferent boy-cut.