”I have to return to my desk now. I’m not stopping you from saying good morning, but there is nothing more we can say to each other.” Wendy pick...d up the table, gathering the cups and cake plate and returning them to the counter.She shouldn’t have done that because that kindness made him know he wanted to know this woman better.––––––––––––––––––Jimmy spoke to Wendy when she came in from Townshend, “You have a package. It’s from a woman named Gail Pascetti.”“That would be my last companion’s. She was already moist, her silky smooth pussy beginning to flow with her sweet juices. She ran the toy along her slit, collecting her own moisture, and brought it back to her mouth- she loved the taste of her own sex and the sensation just made her wetter. When she had moistened her toy she ran it down her skin again and positioned it between her thighs, just teasing herself with it. She savored the hungry reaction of her body, stoking the flame of her desire with her slow motions. She pushed. My mind was spinning at the prospect that she would put her mouth on me, a complete stranger, without protection, and that I would let her to do it."I don't have anything you can catch," she told me softly, and very convincingly.Staring directly into my eyes, with the same provocative expression as in one of her portfolio photographs, she slurped her tongue up the underside of my organ. It pulsed and stiffened."But, if you'd be more comfortable?"I knew the risks. Or, I thought that I did. In a. I tossed the tire tool to Dexter and headed for the door. I had heard him talking to the 911 operator and assumed that he would be behind me. I stopped at the door and checked to see if it was unlocked. It was. I turned the knob, threw the door open, and stepped inside.The first thing I saw was a man holding Jennifer by her hair in the center of the room. She was on her knees and he had a knife to her throat. I looked to the left and saw the man in the fringed jacket. He had a gun in his hand.