It was sensuous, erotic. Gingerly she closed the fingers of both hands around it and lifted it to examine the spine. There was writing along the lengt... of the spine but Faye couldn’t read it. It was Sanskrit or Arabic. She really didn’t know anything about these languages but somehow she felt the words were of a sexual nature. Pure lust filled depraved sex. She did a quick check on Jon, his attention was back on the TV. Gripping the book caused the thrills up her arms to increase and tiny. Southern City Police Detective loves to suck fake cock.” I said laughing. It was not my intention to laugh at him. I was only making a joke. He didn’t see it that way. He stopped sucking it and slammed it down next to me. “What did you say?” He glared. “I didn’t say anything, go back to what you were doing. I think it was hot.” “You fuckin’ humiliated me, you bitch.” He said angrily. “No, sir, I didn’t. I am sorry. I didn’t mean to…” He cut me off. He grabbed my top and ripped it off with one. I left it in when I was done showering, wearing only a towel and a smile, I exited the bathroom. Every step I took made the plug shift as I walked and my pussy was creaming so much I was gonna need another shower soon. My ass felt so full I couldn't wait til I had you pumping your hard on in and out of my ass.By the time I had gotten to the kitchen where the air conditioner was, I could feel my juices running down my thighs. The cold air blowing out of the unit were making my nipples hard as. " he said."So what did these punks look like?" I asked."Young, black and with big guns, or course." Archer was not a happy man."Of course, I don't suppose they were able to pick anyone out of the police photos?" I asked."No but Maxine, can I trust you?" he asked."You always have Reverend," I suggested."One of the clients is an artist. He got a good look at one of them." With that he handed me a copy machine picture of a man. It was a good enough drawing to identify him, if I found a matching.