’ ‘Nothing’s wrong,’ I lied. ‘You’ve got that look.’ ‘What look?’ I asked, somewhat frustrated by her cryptic statements. ‘Oh, it ...as the same look you gave me earlier when I was fuck…When I was doing my thing with Mark. It’s that look that tells me you weren’t too happy with what I was doing.’ ‘At first I had a bit of a problem with it, but I got over it,’ I admitted, happy that she misunderstood my anxiety. ‘I thought so. Look, if you’ve got a problem with me fucking other guys I understand.. I took him a minute to respond. “Alright, I’ll have my partner stop by Mr. Monassario’s house and inquire about your wife. In the meantime, I need to take your statement.”“Please have your partner go over right away. I think that she may be in some danger.”He sighed. “Ok, I’ll be right back.” He left the room. Thirty seconds later the nurse from earlier came through the door with a wheeled cart. The door was only open for a few moments, but I heard the sergeant say to his partner, “Just see if. "You want to try that end first?" Hell yeah!" Go for it then, b*o."I heard the sound of a zipper and a few more footsteps, then felt the weight of the guy settle behind me on the bed. I tried to turn my head just a bit to catch the guy's reflection in the mirror, but Jay held my head tightly, mouth still on his cock, and his forearm blocked my view. All I could see was the material of a baseball cap, backwards on the guy's head. Hands grabbed my hips tightly and suddenly I felt the guy line up. These women merely gave her a cursory glance and then acted as if she wasn't there at all. There were no suspicious looks when the hubbys or dates came to the bar to order, none of the forced gaiety and excessive talking that usually was designed to keep the men's attention on them. To top that none of the dates or husbands even looked at her twice!Over the next hour she went to the restroom three times, once dropping her clutch "by accident" and bending at the waist to pick it up. That gave.