.for you..." I stammered trying to find a kind way toask my question.Closing her eyes, she whispered. "Three years, eight months, two days."How? I t...ought to myself. How could someone go so long? Therealization broke over me like a wave, she didn't have a choice. Ididn't have a choice. We were at the whim of our Mistresses and here Iwas squandering something that she would have probably killed for.Would I be as kind and sweet as her? Being so happy for someone else'srelease, or would I. "Because, investigation never stops. Prosecution may limit what it can and can't use, but investigation looks at everything. The fact that you saw a crime while committing another gives leverage to force you to testify. A burgler seeing a murder has to weigh jail vs. testimony and reduced sentence. Those are the kind of games police play. Carol knows the games that lawyers play." Vicky said. "Now, ladies, if you excuse me, I have to get back to helping my partner. You all take care."The knowing. So please understand that I have to be in the room with you, just to make sure everything is okay. I told him no problem. I understand perfectly, and it's actually exciting to share this with someone else, especially a stranger. We watched Stephanie walk into the room take off all her clothes and ass looked beautiful. She laid down on massage table and I thought to myself that masseuse would be one lucky guy. She covered herself up and waited for the masseuse to show. The masseuse walked in. . anything that will rob her of any control and give her the release she needs. She dries off her hair and styles it carefully. Applies freash makeup and poses a lot in the big mirror and starts to think: “Yes!” Then she feels ready and prepares herself for the worst part of the process: the making of arrangements. Carrying her laptop through into the bedroom again she stretches and looks at herself as she opens up and finds her seeker is still online: He doesn't just send her the one-liner in.