Why would they do that? ... Huh. Makes sense."The other thing I need," he continued, "is the blood type from the May killing where the victim disappea...ed ... You remember that one? ... What was unusual? ... Okay, thanks." Mike hung up the phone.A few minutes later, Mike hung up the phone, again, after having called the hospital and gotten the results from their typing of the missing victim's blood. They had used samples from the gurney in the ambulance, typing it so they would be ready to take. Life was great. But, he had to concentrate and get work done. The day went by pretty quickly, and John didn't force himself on Bianca at all. Towards the end of the day, and after the last of his appointments, he called her into his office. Bianca, naturally nervous, quietly came in. John looked at her for a second, then beckoned her to come over closer to him, as he was sitting behind his desk. Bianca came over and stood next to him. “Alright Bianca, I know what happened yesterday was pretty. So he started fondling my nipples and he finally kissed them, licked and even let his teeth mark on”Ana paused as I once again ran my finger inside her thong.It was evident the wetness had increased as I slid two fingers up inside her soaked pussy. I used my free hand to unzip my trousers, pulling my hard cock out.With one hand stroking my cock and the other fingering my wife's cum filled pussy I whispered softly into her ear:"I want to hear the whole story, in detail before we do anything. His anxiety had reappeared, she thought, probably because she would resume seeing clients again. They had not talked about it at all since her first revelation. Perhaps the elephant in the room had to be acknowledged without further delay.She texted him the next morning telling him the location of the key to her apartment and asking him to be in her bed at midnight. Even his following these instructions would be a test of their relationship.He was there, sitting up and sipping on some bourbon..