He shook twice, then went still.Shelly shuddered at the ease with which Jessica killed the two. She was strong and graceful in her movements, but also...calm. There seemed to be no emotion in her eyes as she killed. Shelly had never noticed it before, having been preoccupied as a weapon every other time they’d fought together. It sent a chill down her spine.Jessica must have seen something in her look as she dragged the bodies away from the door. “It’s either them, or us,” she said and put a hand. ”Then, hit by a sudden thought, Matt asked, feeling that he needed to stay on the formal, professional track with this conversation for some reason, “Sir, is Mr. Pittman okay? Is he there, or do you need me to pick him up and...”“No!” David Burton almost shouted. “I don’t need Brad involved in this ... yet. We don’t want the wrong guy to go to jail ... never mind that. Just get here as soon as you can,” and then David did something that Matt had never encountered before with his principal.David. She slid the tip of her finger into his sphincter, and he moaned. Ever so slowly, she inserted it up to the base knuckle, and he couldn't help but clench down."Just relax," she told him soothingly. "I'll be gentle, I promise." And with that, she started to slowly finger-fuck him. He moaned loudly, feeling the unusual intrusion, and instinctively trying to push her finger out. But after a while, he found himself able to breathe more slowly, and concentrated on relaxing as she slid her finger in. "June did as I silently directed. Mary had picked up the intruder's gun, and also disarmed Patricia. She looked at me, confused.I just smiled at Mary."Clear!" June said in my mind.I sent a message for Aimee to come downstairs with as many pairs of pantyhose as she could find, but to watch out for Debbie's emotional broadcast. "Be careful, Aimee, Debbie is radiating exhaustion!"Aimee told me she understood.It was lucky we were in the laundry room. There was a cabinet that had some rags in it. I.