Hank was professionally dressed for a presentation in a dark pinstripe suit, contrasting striped shirt and a print tie. One would have to be very near...Hank to see that his tie was tastefully printed with tiny cartoon characters. A pair of black wing-tip shoes completed his costume. One of the nude women carried a small brief case containing Hank's notes and a memory stick.The five people walked across the deserted banquet room floor and up on the stage. The woman with the briefcase walked to. Wendy pulled herself back in onto the faux-cock thentold Rachel, “Relax.” Wendy squeezed her own cunt tight around the dildoand pushed Rachel away, then pulled her back. Before long they built upa good rhythm, and both Rachel and Wendy were moaning and squealing withpleasure.“Oh God, Honey, I’m going to cum!” Rachel cried out.“Yes, Baby, yes! Me too!” Wendy replied.“Oh yes, Honey! Cum with me!” Rachel slammed their cunts together andheld. She loved them dearly and that would hurt them terribly. They'd probably disown her. It would be almost as bad having them spread around town and John's office. Her defiance left as quickly as it came. "What did she mean when she said 'ask your husband'?" she thought. Surely John wouldn't corroborate Cheryl's story. "Why would she say such a thing?" Her mind was spinning around with no escape path in sight. Barbara knew Cheryl had her over the proverbial barrel again."Okay, Cheryl. What do you. Chris studied the picture. "I don't know her," he said. "Who is she?" Let's just call her Jane Doe for the time being. I'm sure that she's not going by her real name." Glasson reached into her purse once more and pulled out a video tape. "If you can play this, I'll explain further."Chris took the tape and inserted it in the VCR. He fiddled with the remote and then handed it to Glasson. "Thanks," she said. "I've been searching for Jane off and on for about three years. It's not a criminal.