She recognised Master and Mistress as they walked into the bar, his arm around her, them both smiling while chatting. She watched as they approached t...e bar, getting drinks for themselves, before turning to scan the bar. Their eyes glanced over at Jessica in her corner booth and they started to walk over. Jessica got up to greet them both, giving Mistress a hug and kiss on the cheek and then the same to Master. They sat and chatted a while, enjoying their drinks before they suggested heading up. "As we were leaving he said, "Oh yeah, we put your clothes back in the penthouse, Chuck. We brought a set to the office for this morning. We've rented the entire floor over there. That's where we stashed the brass. Bobby will be in the other bedroom in your penthouse so plan on going for some clothes unless you want to go on a shopping spree courtesy of Uncle Sam."We went out to Sarah who had three separate incident reports already printed out. It had three separate versions and mine was close. By looking into my eyes he asked me whether I like slow or rough sex. I wasn’t listening to him and said rough. With a single go, he inserted his dick into my pussy. I shouted a lot felt like I am going to die. In missionary position, He rammed his dick into me and fucked me so fast.He is not even giving me any time to take air. I was feeling both pain and horny at the same time. The whole bed was shaking with his movements. In 2 minutes, he finally came and slept beside me exhausted. I could. He had me there, I had forgotten about the buzz it might cause if some cop said something to his kids about it."You're right. Hmmm... have you got this investigator's number?" I said."Right here," Damon replied, handing me a small business card. It read FRANK MCALLISTER - INVESTIGATOR and gave a phone number and email address, although surprisingly no office location."Thanks. I'll give him a call in a bit," I said. Damon headed out of the office: "Don't mention it. Just trying to help,"I played.