When all the shirt buttons were opened we had progressed to french kissing. By that point I was stroking her back and squeezing her firm buns. Mentall... I was preparing for the fucking. My shirt was folded and placed in the laundry basket. Eileen came back to me, still standing in the middle of the room, knelt in front of me. Loosened my belt and undid my zip before lowering my trousers to the floor. I stepped out of them and Eileen folded them and placed them in the trouser press. Once again. Choose what you want to have.’ ‘Go,’ He whispered to her, giving her a slight nudge. She slowly made her way in, disappearing behind the brown Dutch door. When Brandon returned to her after serving a few more orders, she was seated on a high bar stool, her legs neatly tucked at the back, a plate of hamburger and cheese dip in front of her. She was nibbling on the food while reading the book she had carried along. ‘Okay?’ He asked, going up to her. She nodded, looking up at his face for a. It was opening me up like nothing had before. The pain was making my body tremble and I squealed loudly. “Yes bitch. Squeal all you want. There is still plenty more to come” and he pushed it further and further until I was taking the while 12’’. My body shook as he manipulated the speed control. Up until now he had it set on low speed. He clicked up once and it moved back and forth a little faster. The pain was less now as my body adjusted to the size of the dildo penetrating me. I began to. He's on the run and, in all likelihood, will try and leave the country if he can. I'm sure he's got some significant cash stowed away somewhere. How else would he raise the bail money? He'll probably go after that, then try and make his getaway." I'm thinking he might come after me ... or Mary. We are the cause of all his problems. Ever since I found Mary, all this has come to light. If he's willing to murder once, he might want to track us down." Don't get paranoid, Ruel. He doesn't know where.