It was an overdose of insulin. Obviously an inside job. She was killed to keep her from talking." "How did you end up convincing the FBI to let you be...part of this investigation?” I further questioned. “Don't they have a policy that keeps an agent from investigating a crime they are personally connected with?" "They do, but I threatened to quit and investigate it on my own if they didn't put me on this task force. They reconsidered and here we are." "I am so sorry," Alex offered, sincerely.. I kicked him and made my own back arch from the excitement. When he slapped my face in punishment and called me a little slut, my nipples hardened. I bit his finger extremely hard and he punched my lower back as he continued to thrust into my unwilling vagina. The moment his fist impacted with my back I came with triumph. My first orgasm was wild and filled with abandon of a tortured soul released.He twisted my head around and with look of utter disgust, hurled me onto my bed and left the room.. "Yes, what can I do for you?" I asked as I extended my hand to him in greeting."Uhhm, Sir, I'm Mark Graves. It was my truck that you hit when I backed out onto the street. I came to apologize."I was completely taken aback. I had not recognized the name until he put a frame of reference around it. I looked at the young man. Tall, thin, some acne still visible, dressed reasonably well in slacks and a dress shirt, open at the neck. It took me a couple of moments until I could regain my wits."Have. That was a new feeling to me, with you carrying me like that, damn it felt great." when I sat her down on the table, in the diningroom.After a few strokes, I slowed my speed down some again, then again I lifted Janet up, and carried her to the couch, as I bounced her up and down on my dick, and sat her down on the couch, then pulled my cock out of her pussy, "Turn over sexy, and I'll fuck you doggy for a bit." When Janet was turned around on her knees, on the couch, with her arms on the back of.