She was a blonde tourist from New Zealand, a schoolteacher I believe. As luckwould have it she was one of the people who had won an all expenses paid ...idsummer vacation that was offered on the net as part of a charity raffle byour local tourist board. She was no real help to the investigators. She had obviously been assaulted;She must have spent the night naked and exposed by that cold woodland brook.Still other than some swelling, bruises, and abrasions she was actually infairly good shape.. I just could not understand why in the world he didn't pay attention to his gorgeous wife, the one knelt before me, the one who was absolutely making love to my cock with her mouth.She was hot, passionate and eager to please and be pleased. Was Brad so shallow, even more than I ever realized, that he could neglect this beautiful woman because her belly was swollen with their c***d.We looked deep into each others eyes as she sucked my head and worked her tongue underneath to give me as much. Callie smiled, stepped back and ogled. “Turn around. I want to see your tush,” she instructed.“I’m not a piece of meat on display,” I countered. As odd as it was, I was feeling ridiculous standing naked with a hard on being studied carefully.She laughed lightly. “Yes you are. You’re my piece of prime, grade A meat. Turn, Lightfoot!”I did.“World class. Edible,” she murmured, her hand fondling.I’d had enough. Turning, I grabbed her and pulled her against me, my erection sliding across her silky. He sat back down, leaving the mess still on the floor, the vodka forming around the smoldering cigarette still on the floor. Darwin folded his hands in his lap and looked the guest over again, probably for the hundredth time since he?d come. ?So,? he reached forward again and grabbed the broken bottle.He poured the substance into the two glasses and clutched one in his hand.?I guess this is it huh?? he said, shifting his gaze from item to item in the small room. His heartbeat increased and he.