You flash your ID at the bouncer, tugging out a wrinkled five to pay your way inside. You like the crowd, it's easy to get lost in and not be noticed....It's impossible to find a table to yourself so you lean against the wall, shrugging out of your jacket, ordering a beer from a passing waitress. You scan the dance floor...looking for your doll. There are so many to choose from, but three in particular catch your eye. Now comes the time to choose...The first sits at a table by herself, wistfully. She had left the knickers off and her pussy was completely shaved and looked very inviting but I found it hard to take my eyes off those breasts with their large nipples that already looked quite hard.I slowly removed my own clothes whilst she looked on and I saw her eyes follow my hard cock as it sprang free, and waved about as I moved over to her. I then roughly held and squeezed her breasts, pinching those nice nipples until she winced a little, then moved down to her pussy which I was. You're bucking hard, pounding, pushing me back against the desk with each thrust, reaching out to pull and twist my nipples, rolling them between your fingers. I lock my legs around your waist, clamping you tight into me, spreading my knees to allow you deeper inside. You thrust harder and deeper, pushing me nearer the edge.....Suddenly you pull out as I protest the empty feeling you leave me with. You lift me off the desk and turn me around to lean me over the edge as you slide back inside. All she knew was that she could not forget him.The police had found no useable traces of him. Lt. Fogerty and Josie had lunched together a month before. The lieutenant had more or less admitted that they had put the case on the back burner unless and until new evidence surfaced.Two women had come forward with complaints now that Max was dead. They had given testimony on how he had abused them. What they told the detectives had certainly changed the attitudes of the homicide detectives. The.