This also irked me, so I started digging and its amazing what you canfind out on the internet. We quickly moved to interview Phelps and hebroke down a...d confessed all."I was missing something here, I couldn't connect the dots, why had theinterviewed Phelps, when it was clear who the murderer was?"Sorry Sir, I'm confused, what did Phelps confess to?" Phelps is the murderers father, he was harbouring him. Admittedly, hedidn't know at first what his deranged son was doing, but it quicklybecame. He and his wife liked to row on the weekends, they told us, so they were both fit and athletic. Marijke’s blond hair was cut short framing a nice friendly heart-shaped face. She was not tall by Dutch standards and today she wore a lightweight low-cut blouse that hinted at a nice pair of breasts underneath. When she turned her ass was tight and shapely in her American-style jeans.As it happened, Marijke was totally into my husband while Tom gave most of his attention to me right from the start.. He poised his immensely huge cock head at my anal orifice and hunched his hips forward piercing my puckering fuck hold. I cried out in tormentingly pain as his humungous cock head penetrated further into my agonizingly stretched anal opening. I gasped for air in short burst trying to beg and breath at the same time. With each stroke of his massive fuck tool my butt felt like it was being torn apart. His huge hands gripping my thighs as he slammed into my bottom, I spoke incoherently as this. The TV monitor's were playing Porn movies, each monitor had a different movie on it, that's when i realized that this was a Brothel. "OMG what am i doing here, i shouldn't be here" i thaught to myself, i sat down sullenly and felt like crying. The business attired woman came and explained that all the girls were busy except for one named Regina. She then offered us some drinks, the boys all got themselves whisky but i asked for a glass of coke. I sat there with my head bowed down facing the.