What a good gurl. Yea, youlike that shit up in your pussy... You my fuck whore, Danielle? Cause I got ta getmy nut. Fuck! Those strippers fucking grin... all over my lap, all over your cock,and even though I fucked a couple of `em in the backroom, I'm still horny asshit, baby!" He moved closer to me as he spoke and I could tell he'd been in thestrip joints all night long. He reeked of booze, smoke and stripper perfume andcooch. And sweat... And masculinity... Jesus, I felt my knees already. I had told her how much I liked listening while she was getting railed. And that I usually jerked off while her moans of pleasure floated in the late night air. One night she came home with a new friend as per usual. She had him in her bedroom in no time, and soon I heard the slurping sounds of her mouth on his cock. My cock was hard. I slipped out of bed and glanced down the hall, toward her bedroom. She had left the door wide open. I crept down the hall and peered in. She had her mouth on his. Still massaging my breasts, he moved below my waist, and I felt histongue probing into my vagina.There was a moment's hesitation as he started to flick the citreous withhis tongue."Oh god!" I shouted my body tensing. I could feel the pressurebuilding, the sensation coming."Fuck me!" I announced.There was a quick pause, and suddenly he was on top of me, his penisentering my body.A second later he was pumping, and together our bodies merged.I couldn't take it much longer, I was so close. "oh. ”So she turned away and went back to her office.Mid-afternoon, she had just returned with Gail. The rain was still falling and she had used the car. The police van had gone but in its place was a small police car. As she approached the door to the block, two policewomen emerged from the car and met her, asking if they could talk with her. She ushered them inside out of the rain.They asked what she knew about Victor, what sort of relationship they had. What sort of a person was he? Did she feel.