They talk about his job, her recent doctor visit…just small talk. As they talk she rests her hand on his thigh, gently squeezing it every little whi...e. He can’t resist and the next thing she knows she feels his hand firmly on her leg. He’s not content to simply touch her leg. He squeezes her thigh and every little while she feels his hand inch just a bit higher – oh so gradually getting closer to her swiftly dampening pussy. As his hand creeps closer, she begins to open her legs. When his. “Where were you between ten pm and midnight on the 28th October?” he asked. There was a predatory smile.Victor thought, then smiled in his turn. “On holiday in Scotland.”The officer looked shocked. “Can anyone verify that?”“The owners of the hotel where I was staying.”They asked for the name of the Hotel and its location, and one of the interrogators left the room.Gordon looked casually at the photos. “There’s a date and time on these printouts, Victor. Whoever did this was an amateur. You’re. The photographer continued to click away at Katie's excited body, capturing her attempts to move away from her tormentor's hands and invading tongue. The ordeal continued until Katie let out a loud moan signifying her first orgasm on this examining table. The assistant worked his way up Katie's prone body with his mouth and hands until he reached her tits, where he began to manipulate those massive orbs, paying special attention to her elongated nipples while Katie continued to make sounds. " No problem, I'm not going to hold you back, then. I would probably only start moaning about him that's inside anyway, lazy slob." She nodded to her house.Even the woman's actions displayed a real lack of class, Misha thought.As Misha played it over in her mind, she became angry that Linda would talk about Bob that way; a man that looked after her for so long. And so well, if he treated her to orgasms like the one Misha had just received.Bob does give that impression. "You need a medal,.