The revelers had sought their own homes hours earlier, Martin’s bistro was closed and the morning was well started by the time they got through the ...oor. They had kissed most of the way to her hotel and by unspoken agreement she had packed her bags and checked out of the hotel in what seemed like one smooth motion. After all, why pay for a hotel room when it looked like she was going to spend the rest of her time in his bed. If for some reason it did not work out, which she had no doubts of,. Just a second she called out, slipping on a black bra and matching panties. Fawn told me that she was about to douche and was still wet there from 'our' lovemaking last night. She was taken by surprise when I pull her to me, giving her a passionate kiss. She couldn't prevent me from forcing my hand between our bodies, my hand slipping inside her panties, fingers searching for her pussy lips. She gasped, feeling a searching finger find the ravaged spot, shuddering as my finger was deeply. The heels were almost three inches high. She looked stunning.Posing for me, Debbie asked, "How do I look sweetheart?" Ready to fuck baby! God you look great!" I exclaimed."Baby, that is going to happen" was her matter of fact reply.Then she placed one of her legs up on the bed. "Come kiss me good luck."This was our ritual. I knelt down and ran my tongue up her thigh. As my tongue approached her pussy Debbie pulled her panties to the side exposing her pretty little cunt. As my tongue licked. Under his control... I heard him talking on his cell phone. He was talking to someone saying don't worry, he'd be getting him all the girls he could use." She shuddered. "He must have done this to other women besides us. He's probably selling sex slaves to some pimp in..." The problem," I said, "is in the proof. Even if your theory is correct, and even if we could accurately identify him to the police, if he's using the same... eh... approach he did with you guys, then the police are going to.