"Oh, and I taught myself how to cook, too. Anyway, my mother--she wanted to be a figure skater, but my grandparents had no money. My Mom grew up dirt-...oor. When she was twenty, she got out the only way she could think of--she married a 67-year-old man who was filthy rich. My Mom was gorgeous when she was younger. He got what he wanted--a babe on his arm, and one that gave him regular sex. She got what she wanted--money. And, eventually, me--so she could program me into being the figure skater. Other hands were still mauling my sore tits as I felt someone get on the bed in front of me and also grab a handful of my hair and forced their big cock into my mouth and straight down my throat. My head was being pulled in every direction as at least three guys now had a fist full of my hair and were trying to pull me in different directions and it hurt like hell. I felt another strong orgasm coming on and I started to squirt and squeezed too hard I pushed the Indian guy right out of my pussy. I didn't get your message until just now. I have two policemen from the local force with me right now and they are asking me questions, but they won't tell me what it is all about." I'm sorry to have to be the one to tell you Mr. Thomas, but your wife is dead." How? What? She was alright when I talked to her last night." What time was that?" Around six." Where did you call her from?" My hotel room." Sometime between midnight and four this morning she was murdered." Murdered?" Yes sir. It. “Silly, that isn’t magic.”"Watch this,” he said. He put the coin down the front of her shirt. “Where is the coin?” he asked. Though she couldn’t feel it, Cindy was sure he had dropped it between her breasts. “In my shirt,” she said. “Wrong,” he said. He put his hand up to her ear and when he took it back there was the coin!Cindy squealled with delight. “How did you do that?” she asked. “Do it again.”She felt a little sorry for the other two guys. Her bottom and breasts were obviously in their.