" Ms. Wilson, my name is Ron Harris, and I'm a detective with the Columbia Police Department. I'm calling about the 911 call you made earlier this eve...ing. Do you have time for me to ask you a few questions about it?" I certainly do!" she replied enthusiastically. "I had hoped to talk with the police when they arrived, but they came and went so fast that I didn't have a chance. I have the license plate number for you right here. Do you have a pencil?"Harris grinned broadly into the phone. "Yes. ” Please is a verb describing what I should do for you. Please is what you make me say when I'm naked, needy and on my knees with my hands spreading my asshole open in front of your husband, begging for his cock and your attention. The tension of the sinful moment your husband's cock stretches my asshole.“It’s me, Tess."I can hear the need in my voice like a burn on my face transfiguring me into something damaged but compelling."I want..."You."I wanted..."Everything, anything you want and can. The place I took her to I knew of, yes I sure did, and it is a free and open thing about it, not forced sex, nor rape victims, of any kind shape or form.If someone tried to pull that on some innocent woman that old man would shoot their ass dead, now a willing woman, that is another story.I’ll just say it wasn’t all that far from home, for sure.His love animals as he calls them are taken damn good care of, I mean clean and kept cleaned and brushed and combed and loved.Here I go again getting. ?Jacqueline smiled and indulged her for a few more minutes but didn’t allow herself to become distracted by her own mounting arousal.She gently spread her lover’s cheeks and checked the sphincter. She coated her fingers with lube and quickly pressed three of them past the immediately tensing muscle. The raven-head grunted but stayed in position and tried to relax by breathing as calmly as possible.The pressure against Jacqueline’s fingers lessened and she started to curl them against the taut.