I imagine that I gave her quite the startle. I flashed her my most easy-going smile and made my eyes seem as concerned as possible. It worked. She vis...bly relaxed and flashed a tired smile back. Im afraid I got lost. she admitted with a gentle, southern twang. I was looking for a motel or some sort of lodging. I came here on the bus to meet somebody and by the time I realized I had been stood up, there werent any more buses coming. I figured I would find somewhere to stay and catch the next one. They go to a motel together ... Diane pays ... and then something goes very wrong. Paul loses his cool and beats her up, thinking she might report him. Unfortunately, he's a little too aggressive and she ends up dead." I couldn't imagine Diane getting together with Paul," Christie said, shaking her head."I couldn't imagine Diane having a secret life," I replied.With that conversation, Christie decided that anything we were going to do to get the evidence we needed would be done as a team."Even. I found it in the sixth slave. As I stood before him, his tongue drilled deep into my now boiling cunt. He flicked my clitoris with an enthusiasm that nearly drove me to orgasm then and there. When he rose, I discovered that he was just a little shorter than I with a rock-hard body and six-pack abs. His skin was as smooth as a baby's and his buns were like steel when I ran my hands possessively over them. But the clincher, as you might expect, was his cock. I had fantasized about fucking a. Nothing ever goes as planned. When we finally got the playroom downstairs finished and the sling hung, the guy who put it up for us couldn’t wait to watch us fuck in it. He kept coming up next to me while I was drilling John in the sling, take a nose-full of my cigar smoke, and then go sit back down in one of our recliners, jacking himself off. The room smelled of fresh paint, tile grout, leather, smoke, poppers… and finally, cum.The day before the ceremony, John and I drove out to SFO to pick.