"Ok, I don't know you man, but at least I get out of the block for thirtyminutes," he began.Though they were separated by Plexiglas, the guy was still...handcuffed tothe counter. Tim leaned all the way up to the divider and in a verymenacing voice said, "My name is Tim Thunder Cloud Wyoming. And youbetter prey to every god you can think of that I never find out you'reoutside these walls. And not just because of what you did to my sixteenyear old daughter you piece of shit. But for all those ten. You're not old enough to consent to sex legally. No, I just don't think Ronnie would be the right boy to be your first ... lover.'As he spoke, she glanced down and he realised her nearness, the sweet scent of her, and the thought of her having sex — to say nothing of the halter-top and short skirt she was wearing — had conspired to make the blood rush to his cock. He had a boner which tented his trousers, and Della was staring at it with wide eyes.He turned away from her at once and headed for. They parked in front of the hotel, and we pulled up behind in the van. That got us some funny looks from the men who exited the limos and formed the classic bodyguard ring around an older man. They marched into the hotel, and I was right behind them. Our two cars had pulled off to park somewhere else while I found out what rooms our quarry was taking.I had taken the time while we were following the caravan on the highway to step into the back of the van and change into some casual workman's. "What do you say that?" You couldn't keep your eyes off my legs and feet at the station! I knewyou were a foot fetishist. I knew you desired me. It wouldn't havemattered if we were after a serial killer or not. Sooner or later, youwould have wanted to make love to me!"That was the longest speech either of us gave for the next hour or so, aswe became totally focused on one another's pleasuring."If you keep kissing my feet, I'm gonna cum!"By this time, I had removed her hosiery and began to work.