He leant forwards and tentatively stuck his tongue out until it just brushed my puckered ass. The contact felt electric and I subconsciously let my le...s spread apart slightly which lowered my ass but provided Ben with easier access. Ben noticed my change of stance and, sticking his tongue out as far as possible, drew a line of saliva from my balls to my ass. He then buried his face in my ass and started going to town. He started by using his whole tongue to lick up and down my crack. He then. No blazing shootouts like Buster had been hoping for. No standoff, no hostage negotiations, no heroics.Just two sickos, blinking in surprise into the glare of a flashlight, being led down the steps of a shabby motel. Jin wearing pajama bottoms, his mother a flannel nightgown. Handcuffed.Other than the battering ram, nothing very dramatic for such horrific crimes.In a cinematic way it would have been nice to have a more glorious denouement. Even the lethal injection, when all the appeals have. Good morning ...ma'am" Outside of the medical facility, she hadbeen calling me Miranda every day. It was a necessary habit. But it wasnot something she did in front of Miranda. Not with her sitting paralyzedin a wheelchair just in the other room. "We stick to the plan," I said,"we wait however long it takes until she's better."Laura smiled a smile devoid of humor. She walked over and closed the doorwhere Miranda sat in her chair out of courtesy. It was an unneededgesture, Miranda hearing us or. ‘Oh god,’ he whispered. ******************* They arrived outside of a nondescript house north of downtown, on the grounds of what used to be a military base, decommissioned after the end of the Cold War. Though the base was gone, the community was vibrant, sustained by the families of the soldiers who worked at nearby Brigade headquarters. Matt had been lucky to get a nice house on the corner of two quiet streets, and enjoyed the peace and quiet of such an area in what was arguably Canada’s.