He had placed the keys in my hand when he commented, “Did I ever mention that I keep my Porsche in my locked garage. You might give some thought to...locking that side door of yours.” He left the office with a wry smile on his face.Meanwhile, I’d been able to find the key to Gail’s safe deposit box and, while there may be hundreds of branch offices in our nearby city, there are only a handful of actual banks. Phone calls to their national headquarters told me what branch of what bank held the. What the hell was going on? Had he--could he have--heard right? No, no, of course not. He tried to raise his head to see who had come in, but the tightly imprisoning legs of Bette Jean only pressed him tighter, forcing his mouth back to her insatiable cunt. "OOOOOHHHHHHH, don't stop, Gary. For God's sake don't stop sucking me!" she wailed, heaving and thrusting her buttocks hungrily up against his swirling tongue.Gary returned to the wetly open cunt before him, new desire fanned by the thought. "Sally?"We were seated, her flesh touching my own, my hardness fully immersed within her body. She hungrily thrust her mouth against mine - our tongues quickly finding and sparing with the other.Obviously we were two virgins so our movements were a thing of nature and not experience - she moving with her thigh muscles, up and down slowly, my hands moving around to cup her tiny hard ass to help, enjoying the touch immensely.She suddenly released my tongue and removed her lips from mine - she. Just because some corrupt, inept justice system thought it had saved her didn't mean it actually had. Nothing would ever change the fact that she would always be raped, and hurt, and taken advantage of.But then came the day when letting Charles fuck her no longer sufficed. He wanted her to do the fucking, now... while Sarah recorded it all for posterity. Her foster-parent explained it to her as though she was a little child, using simple, short words to argue his case."When we record it, it.