He stole the commissar’s phone somehow. Then JayBird wanted him to ransom his phone maybe,” I suggested.“The commissioner panicked and killed hi..., just because JayBird saw the information,” Joan suggested. “But I can’t see the commissioner panicking.”“Nor can I, but he killed Jay in a rage. There was nothing surgical about the murder. It was just a rage killing, if I ever saw one.” I admitted.“Maybe the commish is a psychopath,” Joan guessed.I just don’t buy it, but maybe they could sell it to. I had the distinct feeling I was going to embarrass myself by not getting a hard-on I was so nervous. At 7:28 there was a light tap on the hotel room door. I sneaked a peek through the spy-hole but saw only dark red hair, she had her face turned away. I opened the door then my knees went weak when I got my first look at the girl who I thought came to fuck me, my head started to spin. She burned red with recognition as I blurted out “Angela, what the hell are you doing here!?”She spun and. My wife picks them up after dinner Sunday evenings. Thisarrangement allows us time to be alone and indulge in some of our kinkieractivities. This is a real story, my wife is very tolerant of my otherside and our marriage has been wonderful since she found out. Saturdaynights we usually go to a nice dinner and share some intimate moments athome. That is where things change. I depart after that from the masterbedroom and head to the guest room. I take with me the bag of goodies Iwill need for. Then she pulled them out and immediately slid them between Maddie’s legs, thrusting them inside her. Maddie’s eyes flung wide open, and she let out a high pitched moan. ‘Dirty little slut, you’re nice and wet aren’t you?’ Ms. Ambani questioned in a thick, barely audible whisper. She pulled her fingers out of Maddie’s pussy and thrust them back into her mouth. ‘I bet you want to cum, don’t you? But you’ve been a bad girl, and if you want to cum, you are going to have to earn it.’ ‘Yes Mistress,’.