If the local FBI ass-hole gets involved, the Beacon Journal will have it all over the front page before we can do anything to stop them. Remember what...the Plain Dealer did to Sam Shepherd back in the 50's? Those guys do anything for a story." {Author's note: Sam Shepherd was a doctor whose wife was brutally beaten, raped and killed in Cleveland, Ohio in the early 50's. Due to half assed police work and an orchestrated media blitz led by the local newspaper, The Plain Dealer, he was sentenced to. We did it slow and sensuous; we did it hard, fast and frantic; we sixty-nined and we doggied. She even asked me to fuck her arse, using those words. The rear ending bit wasn't a complete success as she was too tense, and I was afraid of hurting her. Other than that it all went rather well; maybe not up to the standard I had received from Annalise or Francine, but 100% better than we had ever achieved before.What had changed her? I didn't know, or care; at last I had a warm, wet and willing. The woman ignored her, “Next!”Moving over to a vacant chair, Liz took her wallet form her purse. There wasn’t much left. She looked to her son waiting outside. A heavy sigh escaped her lips, “My God! Is no one in this town hiring?”A hand appeared in front of her, “Can I see your cell?” Liz looked up as a kid of maybe sixteen stood in front of her. Not sure why, Liz handed him her phone.He leaned in and held it up to the two of them, “Say cheese!” Confused, she watched as he typed something on. "I would love to."I grinned and came off the end of the bed. I pulled on my dressing gown, careful not to touch the now sensitive tip of my cock. I got back in the bed and put both my arms around her and kissed her again. We sat on that bed, and we kissed again, and again, and again. I looked over to the bedside table, the clock told me we had been in bed for almost an hour and a half. She went to the bathroom and I followed her in."You know, you should have put on a condom. Now I am going to.