" Perhaps I could hire your firm to look into the matter for me. You know, say for a percentage of anything you find or something." Kim suggested.I wa... impressed. Kim was playing Goldstein like a drum. She knew her husband wasn't actually dead, yet here she was playing into the lawyer's sense of greed in order to take his mind off the real issue and putting it on the prospect of making money.Mary's voice through the speaker stopped Goldstein before he could give Kim an answer, "I have Special. Standing in her leather harness, her pierced nipples with clamps, a small metal butt plug in her asshole, stilettos, she had wandered off to get a drink from the bar. After she had been served she had turned around to find him staring at her. She had walked away ignoring him. Getting her coat and walking back to the hotel. At the hotel bar he had walked in not recognising her as she had removed the wig and make up. He was very easy on the eye. Like her son. They were back in the conference. I even reduce the depth on my thrusts, forcing her arousal higher and higher until it swarms her brain and overwhelms it, the now-familiar clench of breath joined by such forceful spasms in her vagina that are conveyed down the steel core of my toy and into my own crotch. I refuse to let her come down from her orgasm, Resuming my deepest and most punishing thrusts, setting my tiny lover to long, low, almost bovine moans, punctuated by grunts as I thrust to the deepest point inside her. I ride. "Hey!" Hennessy called. "Hey, faggot!" He had broadcasted to everyonethat I must be some kind of homosexual since Halloween - it was hisrevenge, I guess given the costume I wore and the trick I played on himthat day.I slipped my guitar case's strap on my back, which allowed me to startrunning. It was difficult to manage, with everyone between classes andwalking around in the hallways. I had to dodge around people constantly."Dude!" the basketball team's power forward yelled as I careened.