My aching cock felt great relief as it sprang free and I stepped out of my shorts as Corrie laid my shorts in line with my t-shirt on the sand. My hea... began to spin again, here was I Mr Regular Joe being devoured lustfully by this iconic model and breath taking woman of whom I had fantasised many a time. She placed her hands on my hips and in a much gentler manner placed a soft meaningful kiss deliciously on the front of one hip then the other. Her warm breath on my skin snapped me out of my. "I have another problem, Lieutenant. With my amnesia, I don't have a past. In my mind, neither does my wife. I have no way to contact Yvonne's relatives about her death and the funeral because I don't know who they are. I don't know how to contact my relatives, for the same reason. To that end, I hired a private investigator to determine the names and contact information of my relatives and Yvonne's. It occurred to him that Yvonne might have some files or other information in her effects that. He dropped the tool and tore the gag from her mouth."Renee," he growled.No response."Speak, you little bitch." He slapped her across the face.Her eyes, artificially blind though they were, focused slightly."S-sir?" she rasped."I just finished speaking with PLN's support." Claude had never liked dealing with technicians- no matter what their specialty, they always spoke as if the person that hired them knew what they were saying. The tiny man had talked of damaged artificial synapses, ambient. She let me take her up the bum a couple of times, but neither of us liked it much. She sometimes liked being dominant though.”“What do you mean?”“Tying me up.”“Did you like that?”“I’d do anything if it made her happy. It was fun sometimes giving her complete control. She would spend hours edging me, sitting on my face...”Prisha looked at me. She seemed interested.I said, “Does that turn you on?”She looked away. “I could never do that. A woman must be submissive to their man.”Guiding her face.