Mary we need you to come down to the station also," the detectiveyells down the hallway as Mr. Steve is brought out to the back seat ofthe detective's...car, and locked in.Outside there are now two Cadillacs with a total of four very large manwearing sunglasses leaning up against their cars smiling there assesoff. If you look closely you will see a red light blinking from one oftheir iPhones meaning they are video recording everything."How ya doing detective? Did you catch a bad guy, hahaha?". He called me his new ‘friend’. When he finished he turned to me and explained. ‘We’ll have dinner con il mio amico Silvio and his family. He’s a very old friend, we’ve known each other for nearly 40 years. He’s got a small, very select, Italian restaurant but he doesn’t open Sunday nights, that’s when the family have their meal together. It’s a traditional thing he’s always done. I have a sort of open invitation. I told him I would bring a friend, a female friend and he’s dying to meet you. He. She didn't know it, but I was lying in bed naked in just a pair of heels, my hard dick in my hands. So I told her it was ok with me. She didn't come home until the next day.Her story was that Ron had d**gged her and raiped her, that's why she hadn't come home. But when she saw that I wasn't too upset, she changed her story and confessed that they had all gone to Ron's crib and had a few drinks before making out on the sofa. Carol, who was also married to a white guy was making out with Charles,. Confident with our existing path I subdue the invasive force, savouring the tease. Using the slightest of touches I start to raise my fingers up her leg one by one barely tickling the fabric. I cushion the weight of my hand as it leaves the seat and I try to maintain a lightness. By the time the last digit, my thumb, follows the crowd; my little-finger and ring-finger have extended into the space between her legs, about midway between the back of her knees and her crotch. I keep my palm.