. How old are you and whats your name?" My name is ruth and im 47." "Nice to meet you im Miles" How old are you miles?" "Im 21 ma'am." "Please you don...t have to call me ma'am. But i need to ask you something?" Sure what is it?" How would you like too..." How would i like to what?" "Im sorry i never done this before but your so handsome and that smile and you finding me attractive... Would you like to fuck me?" wow... Are you serious?" I knew i shouldn't have asked." "No! Its not that i just. He had read all of the police reports the woman was involved with. He'd had to scramble to get Kinneson identified, since he'd been buried as a John Doe. There were quite a few details in those reports that he had no desire for the jury to know about. Bob Duncan had testified in Roger's trials in the past. It was obvious there had been some kind of dustup in the police department, since Duncan was no longer a detective, but his reports were superb and Roger hadn't seen any need to interview him. .. Christine. Remember, Christine."Erik's body froze and his eyelids began to twitch. Images of Christine flooded his mind. His first glimpse of her sparkling brown eyes glimpsed over Raoul's shoulder. Her small booted foot clad in blue as it stepped down from the carriage. Her passion-swollen lips as they rose up to meet his. Her dexterous fingers as they tenderly caressed the deformed side of his face. Christine clad all in white walking down the aisle of the church towards him. And then her. “French knickers? Pouring honey no my nips and hundreds-and-thousands over my tummy? And now about to bone me while I’m wearing kinky boots? Oh you’re my quiet little pervert all right,” she grinned as she got onto her bed, waited for me to join her, and pushed me onto my back as she carefully straddled me, making sure none of the buckles were going to catch on my legs once things got busy.“And you’re really keeping the boots on?” I asked.“Hell yeah!” Lia chuckled as she reached between her.