?He lifted up a porcelain candlestick, one of the most precious things the Meeks owned. He held it out in front of him between his index finger and th...mb.?No!??What is more important to you, Sally? Your family? Or your cunt???My family.?He nodded, staring at the candlestick like it was a piece of shit.?So make sure that I get your cunt. And your mouth and ass. Yes???Yes.? She whispered, beaten.He placed the candlestick back on the mantelpiece.?Get to work.? He said. ?And await my call.?Chapter. Markham; I may not be able to do what you want. I have an in at the police department and he told me what they have found. Your husband didn’t take any cash out of the bank and he hasn’t left a credit card trail. I have a few sources they don’t have access to, but if I can’t find a starting point on your husband’s trail in a couple of days I’m not likely going to find him. I’m telling you this now so you can get your money back if you would like.”“Please do what you can and don’t worry about. Reassured by the growing cock-bulge there, she rose on tiptoes to planther lips firmly yet briefly on his. ‘Mmm, feels good down there,’ she told him lewdly, her blue eyespenetrating his in the gleam of the streetlight. Wagner nervously turned his head to left and right to make sure theywere not being observed. The only person around was one of the clubbouncers who’d come out for a quick break and a smoke, but he waslooking in the other direction. Reassured, Dave took Angie by the armand led. I slid in easily to a chorus on moans from both of us. I began to thrust into her, while I kept her pinned to the bed by my body. I didn't want her to move. I wanted her to lay still. I began to thrust harder into her. She was moaning and grunting under me. I reached under her and began to play with her clitoris while I thrust into her, not caring about hurting her, using strong, physical thrusts into her, rubbing her wet clitoris, faster, quicker...I felt my pressure rise, I was cumming into.