"Hey, mom?" You call her. She looks up, holding a cloth in her hand. "Could we go to the store? I need something to cool me down." You ask, with a hel...less grin ."Honey, I'd love to but I have to clean the house before your Aunt arrives." She almost immediately goes back to cleaning. You shoot a puzzled look to the back of her head."What? Aunt Lana's coming?" You ask, still puzzled. She murmurs a confirmation. You smile to yourself. You always liked Aunt Lana. You hadn't seen her since she. Sarah checked our open orifices for possible hide of more strong stuff in our most intimate openings. Sarah next 'warmed us up' for his interview about our possession of banned freshly fermented herbs.With 'warming up' Petrovic implied caning two innocent young reporters for a crime they didn't commit.With his intimate inspection he started our interrogation. We were both dripping wet of pussy juices.His long tongue lapped along our lips. Despite the humilation we couldn't help squirting in his. Mal would know how to make those low-life bastards dead, and gone, and do it barely breaking a sweat.For two days I dug out every piece of information that the women had to share. Instead of more hotel rooms, I took them to the mountain and treated them like royalty, but every waking moment was spent debriefing them, until I believed that I had discovered everything they had to tell me. Helen had the most to tell. After all it was her husband who started the ball rolling that I prayed would end. It was the best party Miranda had ever been to. Her heart was beating more quickly, she saw Victoria approach. Victoria swung her arms around Miranda’s neck, and said loudly, “You Randa are the hottest bitch in this room,” then she gave Miranda a sloppy kiss on the mouth.Miranda could tell that Victoria was kind of drunk, but she gave her a one thousand watt smile. She loved that Victoria had a pet name for her.“Vic I have a call to the set at 8 tomorrow morning, I should really go.”Victoria.