David reached out and separated her buttocks, sliding a finger over her pussy lips and anus.“How bad?” This was a well-trodden route for them sinc... David’s accident.“Oh David,” she purred, looking over her shoulder, “I couldn’t say.” She felt his hand smack her right buttock.“Tell me.” Again, his hand came down striking the same spot. Kate turned, slowly running her fingers over her newly trimmed area.“I did this for him.” The game was fantasy, but the confession was real. “He said he wouldn’t. I’ll need to speak to Mac or Donna to verify you are there.’ ‘Don’t trust me?’ ‘You know the proverb: Trust God and tie your camel to the tree.’ He smiled and went out our back door. We finished dinner and were all in the kitchen doing dishes when the phone rang. It was Mac. ‘Your boy is here. He,s wearing a blue shirt and jeans.’ ‘Ok, Mac. Thanks.’ ‘No problem.’ I hung up and Andrea told Mom what we knew. She asked questions and we had answers. Our discussion lasted over an hour. In the end we. You can bet he'skilled before or at least raped women before, using the same fetishic MO,"the Chief said."The FBI has far more resources that we do and they can search for similarcrimes across the USA, so like it or not you guys are partnering up withwhoever they send," Gary Rasmussen said with finality.The women got up to leave."One more thing. Close the door," he said gravely.Penelope closed the door."Look at this. It was sent to me by some guy named Zeke Dickinson theowner of a shithole. "I've asked too much." She got up and started to walk out clearly feeling embarrassed. I got up and put my hand on her arm. She turned to me and looked into my eyes. She could tell that I forgave her without me saying so. But for the first time I felt a connection with her I never felt. "That's okay, Sarah. I've come this far telling you. May as well finish what we started." She put her hand on my cheek and gently rubbed it with her thumb. " I didn't mean to make you feel bad. I'm sorry. But if.